Sunday, January 11, 2009

Life's a Picnic

Developing karate moves in my grandparent’s basement

I was formerly developing hard-hitting thoughts in

My grandparent’s tub

This is the sum of my toil:

“I am hot, in this tub I am”

“I shall cut this hair, shear my fur I shall”

Think ahead

(The Voice of reason)

Then it hits me

(From the Almighty cosmos)

The heat would return!

Goddamn!

The heat would return to whip my scalp

Hair, or no hair

I sank back into the tub and was drowned 

That was then

Now, I am developing karate

Isn’t life a picnic?

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