There are goats in my eyes and theyre telling me to think
There are goats in my eyes and they tell me what to speak
There are goats in my eyes and Im having a really great time. Really really
Really really great
Really really really
Each morning was 17 reptitions of the fact of his life
Goats in my eyes
The 3 tenants of my life followed by a further statement that was clear from the beginning.
Goats in my eyes.
He rises and turns to the window to face the day.
The factory units
Waits every day his factory work in the building made of steam.
Mr instructor took a flail at the turn of this statement, in the exuberance importance of his own noble statements, almost fish like. Adjectives.
I could go on-
He did; He was a right grott, Jim remembered, as he put on his work cap, looking out of the window, his mind reminiscing, and furthermore
“Labour costs reduced when there is and only is-pure labour!”
The man looked like something out of Dickens- you know, real grimy and descriptive and such.
The factory was useless. Jim didn’t care. He was a freedom fighter for the guild of lies-
Goats in my eyes.
Goats of virtue shall protect my honour- that’s another one.
Jim often forgot that one.
The steam spewed as jim put on his cap and walked out the window and greeted the day.
The happy sun-
Good morning Jim!
He smiles were put upon above his bristly chin by the starry tree
The tree crafted for the happiness of man.
The sun greeted the path that was the road, and a long road it was
A HAPPY LONG ROAD BECAUSE HAPPINESS IS IN THE JOURNEY!
The posters liked to yell
But Jim liked the posters because their yelling was so fruity and made his teeth taste tasty as he tounged them.
Idle Jim, licking at his tongue
Jim liked to tongue and when he thought of posters he thought of tasty teeth and tonguing, colours and a yelling that was worth yelling because how good is tasting, intrinsically!
Tonguing jim continued on his path to work.
The pink stars greeted him joyously
Jim smiled, a happy child, and he danced in the sun (his name badge told him so it talked)
Dancing jim dance dance to work!
Jim’s thoughts were man made by other men who were happy men but they were invisible
They worked in the big places underground and gave as much joy as soil does!
Flowers! For mum! She
The speaker told him so
Deep underground they paved the passage for Jim to go to work he could eye out his window
Deers crossed his path
He lived for 600 years on the path the never ending path he watched a training video and never got to work but eternal joy the studies underneath
Who ran the world? It was built on jim. The experiment he lived in
Keep em happy while we strip their bones of meaning and their flesh of fuel
Power the underground
Great citizen Jim lived for happiness
The sparkles in the sky for him
No life but lack of choice- this was what jim was in
Tell me that’s not the ideal life?
House and kids and wife? Happy life?
Forever and ever till the people erode
And new stars emerge to greet you good morning
The world for citize his bliss and happiness and sweet ignorance.
Isn’t the world sublime when there is no new tops to climb up and the rain runs down and flowers the fields that you smell and give to your sick mother? Isnt all in place with the race when there is none to be run?
When all is finished and tied up and sweetly complete?
Jim is the freedom figure and way of the future.