i jet here; i jet there

How low can you go?
The man even doesn’t look at you
The crony wet lips flow
There is no wealth to grow

His eyes scout far and beyond
He is looking for something else
Warming up his bed he wants
How low can you go?

There is no soft barricade
There is no way he wants your AIDS
He is the Islam Had A Hari
He wants something sweet and honey

The court jesters jubilate
The people line up to worship
The man has the wealth to give
But not for you my dear
It is for soft moons landing
You know what I mean
I dream about it
The Land of Oz
I jet here; I jet there
How low can you go?
I am afraid you can’t make it
On my time

p/s artwork by mob's crib