In the emptiness that clouded him,
on the farm of ignorance that isolated
him, he conceived a towering idea.
He crafted it from bananas and
pineapples, a totally juicy-fruit
concoction to rock the boat of man.
More than an idea, a true ideal. Blue-
sky, pie-in-the-sky proclaimed the
robes in the castle. Do not sully the
coin of the realm with the acidic
bubbles lifting from your brain.
Pop them before your wild notions
become strange plantation fruit.
