Done

The bell tells and I go on
sailing out the window and into a pond.
A frog croaks casually by my side.
I’ll have her legs for lunch instead of a bride.
It’s really no matter if I ever eat again.
My skeleton won’t care if I fly or bend.
Look at that sky. It’s just spread out.
Matter of fact I’m much too stout.
What’s the use? There’s no hereafter.
Think about that and try laughter.
What part of the continent washed away?
Eat a tollhouse cookie. Crumble and decay.
I hear a bell. I’m gonna take a dive.
Longshot I’ll live past ninety-five.
There are no odds. Just constant complaints.
A hole’s in the center. Paint over my taints.
I’ll stand and be shot through with thousands of flowers.
How did I get here? The accident towers!
Am I just a rhyme reaching for the sky?  
A string wiggling. Mind concocting an “I”?
Whatever it is I’ll make it up.
I guess I’ll stick around and pray for luck.
Keeping up and up till I become
one times one times one times one.