Graffiti of Minds

Hey, let's ride this wave of words and whims,

A splash of stories, spun on a whim.

Pop eye, spinach grin, whiskey chin high,

Pipe Finnikey, under the city sky.

Wondering plunder, a can of tales,

Son of Sam I am, where myth prevails.

Handed down, stories so wild,

God damn canned spam, innocence defiled.

Bloodhound Gang, on the loose, revealing,

Big Bang Theory, minds reeling.

Timothy Leary, trips and dreams,

Weariness drips from the tear drop streams.

Tattoo not mad at you, Manhattan Mad Hatter,

Jump off the roof, no ladder, no matter.

Fad fashion thrills, passions fasten tight,

Smelt roe, spinach taco, for Paco tonight.

So here’s to the wild, the weird, the true,

A graffiti of minds, shot through with hue.

Graffiti of stories, old and new,

Life’s a masterpiece, just for you.