washington factory

he raised his scepter and the waters parted and the desert wind blew a light red clowd over the sun.elephants wandered across the moonscape and and howled.where 's our pinochio?is he at the festival with the screaming clowns or the dizzy fire eaters?when will pnnochio prance across the stage and cut the curtains into raggedy shreds and put them in shoeboxes?isn't he our puppet?they're such a joy.i can hear them singing.when will the rivers scream and turn orange and fish jump through cans of beans and poptarts?won't pinnochio dance?