Don’t act out your dreams. You might get hurt.
That big toe sucked won’t be Strawberry Squirt.
It’s too hard to do. You’re not a child.
Have you ever stubbed your toe and been meek and mild?
No, you jump about and go temporarily wild.
The other night I mugged a teenager.
She was so flippy I had to cage her.
She bit off my ear and kicked my rear.
But I was pleased as punch with that alligator.
Then we sang about something sooner or later.
I tell you I woke up pounding my head.
There’s just so many rhymes and then you’re dead.
So many meters you’d like to dance
around that maypole and take a chance
not to pay for parking your ass in a trance.
Steady there your buggy is loose.
You’ve abused the Indians you silly goose!
You married for wealth and Kickapoo Juice.
Now settle down and put on your pants.
Go to work and fall into a trance
over figures that float by on a screen.
Have fun at work swiveling about
grabbing slacks cuz you’re a lout
unaccustomed to the latest thing:
to dream yet not to be seen.