We're all a scene in Mona's dream . . .

A Paris street.
A quiet stream.
Far away from cabrini green.
Forgotten love at seventeen,
Where her children got a chance,
Not a dead-end street.

Cause some got religion,
Some gotdrugs,
Some got money and,
Some got love,

All of her days in a dry-eyed haze.
Just another scene in Mona's dream

i killed your penguin :)
[Anonymous]