At Last

Look at the tricks I can do now.
Change a boar into a sow.
A scatterbrain bird into a chicken.
A Democrat into a Republican. 
It doesn’t matter the age.
It has to do with the rage.
Better to be calm and embalm
some species and give it a qualm
for not resembling a well.
Or that farmer in the dell.
Or your mother on a rainy day
when she wouldn’t let you play.
And all you wanted to do
was take a lick on a kazoo
and get everybody jumping
to a new tune when humping.
I tell you something’s wrong
to be blamed for the pecker’s song.
All sounds must be good.
A rat-a-tat-tat on wood
telling me what ‘is’ from ‘should’.
Choose to laugh at the whole matter.
Dress up like the Mad Hatter
and give away all you have.
Sometimes joyfully sometimes sad.
And when everything runs out
invent an econ theory and shout,
“First come first serve!”
That’s a phrase you can swerve
into anything you like.
Now I’m a Walleyed Pike!
Reel me in and set me free.
Yes you are the Almighty.
You can answer for the past.
You’re alive, now, at last!