One Plus One Equals Eleven - Street Map

One plus one equals eleven: street map Aerial views
from space. Sun dust and oil. Collide-O-scopes and hills
Beaming. Smiling. Moon and Mars bars - pieces of stuff
floating chuckling Mad cows finally got their revenge
after all the Cello’s scrape for woody sounds escaping
barking Larking around with Pluto Elma thuds and blind
bats Or collapsing gigolo’s deflated Space men hopping
Shopping for dust that might be important Philosophers
grind all  meaning down to nothing at all Crazy men die
in white paddy cells laughing Poppies bloom heroines all
Sticky toffee for the people So then we have mobile phones
with sounds of green frogs Adverts sell pieces of eight
pieces of the dark side opiates all Except there is no dark
side only pink Floyds or M ‘n’ M’s Shady slims or size
zero’s zeroing in on polluted oceans: 11, 12 or 13. Ice caps
Melt Not thru global warming just that’s what they do
Nature sets fire to itself so seeds can shoot
Humans in all their wisdom rush to put it out 
One plus one equals eleven: Street map