What is life?
How dare it do without me?
I have this knife.
Do I stab or whittle quietly.
It’s carving out a face.
Will it smile or frown?
Here’s that in a pace.
I’m walking all around.
I fall and am set right.
Aimed at you and start a fight
for you the blue or tree.
I’m a toy not you not me.
And the weather beats up.
And I’m given a pup,
And the pup bites my tail.
Smiles and I wail.
Meanwhile life goes on.
I almost drown in a pond.
Every thing was so big.
I poked my eye on a twig
And went mad and took it out
on others who could care less
when I changed into a lout
coming out wearing a dress.
And I beat up those who snickered
when I waved my dick and bickered
with any of the higher ups
who resorted to calling cops.
It was a moral issue
I felt where I belonged.
Well blow my nose in a tissue.
Pick me out in a throng donged!
Let me be my body.
Stay where I want to be.
A god all mighty.
A human with a trick knee.
Something so spontaneous.
A novelty of sorts.
With a free will magnanimous
who knowingly sometimes snorts.
Save me from Laddy.
I’m not a single thing.
Let me be your Lassie
or President Harding.
For that’s how it’ll be in the Great Slumber.
We’ll have to live every thing’s part.
More numerous than the stars number
and dizzier from the start.
No path certainly straight.
A dog spelt backwards great.
But still we’ll be one.
And it’ll all be fun.