Chickn ' biscuits
Because buffaloes can't fly.
Or maybe it's beefaloes, and they can....?
But you won't question why.
And a piccolo makes a trickling river go -
"Oh! That feels like a tickle on my neck!"
But you can't connect the two,
And so end up playing a pickled tune!
Leave the stink bugs in their places.
Send all book covers on vacation.
Read amongst the lily lies,
And flitter over alibis-
Wallabies meet their enemies - the bees,
And end up talking in the trees.
I'm glad they made their peace.
I was worried decades deep.
Bees always stung, but wallabies swung tails,
And both of them failed in their aggression-
Oh! Hey!
I have a suggestion.
Take all your hate and grate it on a leftover Mcsalad regurgitated by maggots,
Then bag it on a tractor and bury it in the entrails of a velociraptor where each molecule will burn from a sludgy gooey fuel...
Won't that be so cool?
Let's do this all together.
I think that might be better.
By barfing on each other's backs,
And messing up our tracks,
And disguising each other as clowns...
We prepared the other to drown
Into the lake
Of hate.
I don't choose that way.
Most of us don't.
Won't.
Shan't.
Shon't!!!
Swing your bat and bunt hate in our direction.
We'll scooper pooper it up!
We may call you out on your pitch,
But friend,
You can count
That we'll root-root-root!
Side by side - with you
in the dugout
Until that fiery sun goes down.
Speaking of fire. ..
Don't get me started on
Charred trash!
Dusted all our faces with their ridiculous ash,
We don't listen to jackals in boxes painted black,
Snapping heads off like Hungry Hippos on steroids
"Knock-knock"
No one can get through to them,
These guys are flying psycho-high on their sins!
No one righteous wants a cold ISIScle
Piercing their already burst lives,
Bullies - that will be the means
To their own demise.
"See you suckers!" We will say.
High fives go around.
Black, white, yellow, and brown,
We'll have a party
We'll have a festival of forgotten hate
And say
"Remember how we all once walked around this orb with just our tools and some furry drapes?"
Pictures passed down-
"Ha! Look how we loved to pick apart the bones on our neighbor's plate."
But we'll celebrate anyway-
The negative and positive
Neutrons and protons
Morons and Kahns, Rons, Haans, and Xians!
Oh, and we'll talk about our masks,
The ones we made for each other,
With plastered strips of fear smeared fingerpaints,
And exaggerated plumes of insane.
And we'll remove them and say
"Know what?
Your name's not that strange"
Your arms aren't branches to hang people by,
You hair - not leaves to smother - to torture or try
You don't have the sensitivity of a tree.
What in the fir cedar country?
You're just HUMAN - like me???
But you haven't heard - we're not so silent about this, you see.
When the wolves terrorize all,
Our leaves are usually the first ones to fall
From their terrible slashes!
Our words shred by their-
Hyena screened extractions
Ripped up stories-
Mostly not reported
When this happens
We go up to the mountains and double-dip a megaphone in a satellite dome
To say:
Hey world!!!
Our hearts aren't that cold!
Don't you know???
Our messages may sound old...but please don't confuse a simple shroom
For that despicable black mold!
Ohhh mannnn
Who needs chickn n' biscuits?
We need more like a feast to feed this peace!
Instead of our efforts being swallowed by the burping bloated beast.
So get your ham-eating woodchucks and Chihuahuas,
I'll get my buffaloes and my butterfly kicks,
Armed with pens-
We'll ride with our books into intellectual conversation
Where the general's orders surrender us with "patience!"
And the rules and regulations give us time for explanations
From weevils to buffalos-
We expose the evils and the swiss cheese holes,
Together,
Listen to the wind against the gaps in our souls.
We work
Together
To plug them up with the knowledge-
The gold.
Together.
We will
Salt no slugs!
Crush no bugs!
Promise to solely beat the existing dust out of our own raggedy rugs...
And walk the earth without a grudge!
And I hope we don't wake the sloths in us up!
I hope we don't digress when we tried our best and let's confess
That these recent depictions are preposterous!
Pretending most rhinoceros' are rhinoplastic surgeons who shoot up using urchins...???
Uhhh that doesn't even happen!
Yeah.
So.
I'm just rapping.
Keep your fingers snapping
In rhythm
To different beats of the heart
Keep it going!
Green boat rowing-
Cows not lowing,
Buffalos - neither seen them, nor are they tiptoeing
And when you're finished.
Please -
don't ignore the spinach!....
Because it's good for you!
(Yeah, I brought this back to food.)
Chickn n' biscuits!
Beefing ' Buffaloes!
And as
Your stranger friend,
God only knows,
I could be, too.
