I get confused
By the cat food
& treat it as a snack, sometimes.
Think it’s rude?
Me choosing that food?
Then you’ve never really read my rhymes.
Goldilocks, chicken pox,
TED talks, Masters Locks
Make it to my mind, somehow.
Liver pills, fish kills
Movies stills, ant hills:
“Isn’t it terrific?
Could I make it more specific?”
It’s no ruse;
My brain is home-brewed,
Soakin’ in its hap-py place.
That’s why I grin,
Like I’m a pen-guin,
Even when I’m playin’ bass.
Mother Goose, Footloose,
Orange Juice, Dr. Seuss
Swimmin’ through my mind, somehow.
Die Hard, Green Card
Armed guard, battle-scarred:
“From Atlantic to Pacific,
gee, the traffic is terrific.”
I get con-fused
By this new age,
Tellin’ me that up is down.
It’s like a game,
Where all the rules change,
& Truth is just a goofy clown.
Bad news, Delta Blues
Blue’s Clues, cheap booze
Dancin’ in my head right now.
Late shows, van Gogh’s
Bad prose, big toes:
“Yes, my output is prolific,
but my writing’s hieroglyphic.”
I get confused
With all the cat food
& put it in a bowl, sometimes.
Ya think it’s crude?
Me doing that, Dude?
Guess you’ve never stopped & read my rhymes.
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