Canned Air

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I think I might like to hike
To some rocky mountain high
to gather up some clean mountain air
that I’ll borrow from the sky

I’ll squeeze it into tiny cans
and offer it up for sale
on streets of smoggy cities
where the air has gone stale

Next I might lay owner’s claim
with ravenous greedy love
to some empty cubic feet of space
in the open air above

Be it in the earth’s atmosphere
or vacuum’s eternal grace
With GPS technology
I could say “I own this place”

I can already hear the voices
of reason beckoning “why”?
but as soon as I sell for profit
they’ll be lining up to buy

Into every televised season
And for profit mind-made reason
With the making of man-made rent
From all that is heaven sent

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