Bag in A Tree

There is a bag that is tied to a tree

I see it quite often      

and imagine it's me

One day I'll drive

A red car really fast

And in it I'll listen to the air in the mast

My car will be different

As it won't have wheels

The whole thing will spin round and in doing so heal

My desire for a car and a need to be me

And a chance to be free          

and to live in a tree

But people will wonder                        

what has happened to Luca?

The legend, who for breakfast drank only sambuca!

From the tree I would shout great stories and tales

Of how things were so awful,

about tories and males

But you are man! They'll shout up and say

No, I'm just a bag at the end of the day

No, we can all see you're a man in a tree

So down I will climb for all humans to see

Yes I am man but I'm also a bag

That's fine with us they'll respond and oh

I'll reply


          Luca George