TANGLED AFFAIR By Tom Jensen (5/27/2017)
I did my chicken dance
In the middle of the road
I thought I'd take a chance
I said, "Here we go..."
I finally crossed the street
And I made it on my feet
No gettin' squashed like a toad
I got as high as deep fried
In the sky I'd float...
Oh, but coming down
It's such a turn around
When tied wings can't fly
It hurts to hit the ground
That makes is hard to cope...
Like a ball of yarn and a kitten
With a grandma knittin' mittens
Quickly it becomes a tangled affair
You know you were doing something
Then suddenly all of time disappeared...
Nah, now you can't say you really miss it
Since your blown baby batter
Has grown to become a biscuit...
So now what else matters?
If you think it's only what you own...
The point is this:
You'll never even know you missed it
Don't want on my deathbed
To show sorrow
Once they've taken away
My last tomorrow
As the final drop of blood
Removed from the last vessel
Body's just another piece of trash
Tossed in God's trash receptacle...
Or maybe in the recycle bin
Which would be win / win
Oh most agreeable
And quite acceptable!
The quarter's in
Let's play again
Here where the river and sea meet
I see you
Hopefully you see me, too