Beans In The Sky

The tattered prince scrounges about
in the shadows of his former glory

seeking to recover
treasure from the trash

Cause you never know
what bargains you will discover

Beneath the vile pile he finds
a shiny slipper of glass

Peddles it on his E-Bay account

cause you never know
what folks will pay
for relics of the past

Connects with a lonely hearts type
who wires him a few cyber bucks
to seal the transaction

Takes the spoils
of his golden windfall
to the local dream dealer
who slips the freshly minted capitalist
a bag of magic beans to plant

His high growth investment
sprouts all the way
to the clouds and beyond

Now he aspires to be
a rich organic merchant

But the prince’s profits
quickly go up in smoke

When the EPA storms in
and shuts him down

Confiscating his little fairy tale fantasy

For it seems these days
you need
a license to harvest dreams