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!


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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