Heavy

Heap pile mouths wagging wishes
                              wishing wants    
                 scurry boulevard.
                 Clutch to me my brush, my
                 mobile, my perfume, my gin, my
                 shaver, skittles, tribe team cap, my
                 silver spoon, my fame, my
                 résumé of imagine dream.

We've got to rattle, spin, clip up
                 more greed coupons
                 truck load more tar paper
                 make more golf grass mansion
                 barge up more China coke trash tanker.

Sqrew tomorrow -- I've got ducks to choke.
                 What's your thing you do?