What’s Your Business.


            What’s your business cloud?

            All you seem to do is block

              Out the sun, bring the rain

       And ruin a perfectly blue canvas.

       You use our airspace as a lay-by

       Waiting for the next wind, you are

      A free loader, at night it’s the same.

      Would you look at the moon and its

Chameleon contortions even camouflage

   In order to peer through, it’s ridiculous

  The mariners can’t see the North Star.

And all that talk about Angels sitting on you,

Let me tell you that they are a pack of Lyre’s.

I’ve got a name for you, “ CLOUD NEIN “

          Because that’s your business.