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 capitalist
a bag of magic beans to plant
                                                                                       
The 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