What if zebras flew? Could they have survived
the pterodactyls during summer months?
Or would they seem out of place.
Some poet’s surrealistic jaunts.
Not Nature’s way of gambling to make fit
sun and stars on an ordinary bit.
But so many holes are in that tapestry
the fair damn dame ain’t The Tale Sloppy.
No there’s no spoiled aristocrat in the sky.
One bound to screw up with such plentitude.
It just doesn’t make sense for the zebra
to zig and zag without a purpose or
pterodactyls to fly for the fun of it.
Even games end up with rules of etiquette.
Possibly the vacuum cleaner can’t stand butts
around good being beautifully true.
I guess I’m more than old fashion.
Remove yourself when you enter this expansion.
When we have intercourse, you behave.
I’m known to raise pricks from the grave.
To give them the best time they could imagine
Slap yourself silly to keep awake
for the Perfect One who’s on the make
Now jump outside this bottle with a passion!