[poem]

i spy

wiTH my little eyE

somEthiNg shining in the sanD

heaven in a tin can

millions Of peaches

peaches For me

i sing To myself

as juice drips down my beard

i kick tHE can

across the barren plains

WOndeRing if i'lL ever

see another face again

i Dance in sAnd stormS

lick deW from lEaves

but i long for something more

a little bit of Kompany

i carry oN

follOWing the sun

there may not be much left In this sunburnt land

but thaT won't rob me of what hope left i have