Day: February 10, 2014

Happy go puppy,
Round and round,
Chasing your tail.

What I wouldn’t give
To enjoy life that much.
Then again, maybe not.

After all,
What does it cost
To abandon one’s belongings?

What does it cost to live simply?
What does it cost
To bring oneself to the point
That you can be that happy

Over something so small?

Are we spoiled?
Probably.
Are we living in a way
That is too complicated?

Are we really just
Chasing our own tail,
Metaphorically speaking,
In all our crazy pursuits?

Our hobbies,
Our commitments,
Our relationships,
Our conversations?

Our jobs,
Our belongings,
Our habits,
Our rituals?

Is it all,
As Solomon once said,
A “chasing after the wind”?

Maybe if Solomon was a dog,
He would have said it is all
A chasing after one’s tail.

Hmmmm…

My name is hanky.
How do you do?
I am free to come through
Anything.

What time did you say
The earth was supposed to explode?
Anytime now, you say?
Sounds smurfy to me!

So, why did the chicken cross the interstate?
Because he felt like it, of course.
What is your number?
Mine is zero.

Who was that masked man?
Batman, Zorro, the Lone Ranger?
Happy is the creature
That knows where to hide.

Hello from Mars!
When does the clock strike three hundred?
Sift your sugar
And the cookies will be neat.

Rainbows follow me
Everywhere that I go.
So, I say hello to them,
But they don’t answer.

That’s how it goes sometimes,
I guess.

Driving down the road one day,
I stopped to see what was the fray.
People fighting left and right,
Even daring to take a bite!

Blood was pouring everywhere.
Cuts and bruises, I declare!
Throwing each other to the ground,
Then proceeding to pound and pound

Each other’s face, then the belly.
I was shocked, and said, “Whoa, Nelly!”
Beating each other to a pulp
Made me sad, so I began to sulk.

I sat back and shook my head.
I can’t believe this, so I said.
Why must people be at war,
And seem to beg for even more?

Though it really makes no sense,
I had to sit upon the fence.
I didn’t want to get involved,
Or try to come up with a way to solve

People’s differences are galore.
Sometimes their whisper becomes a roar.
It’s hard to know which way to go.
The stubborn fools must start a row.

So it seems it has always been.
Guess that’s why they say we sin.
Always looking for some trouble.
Then we hide inside our bubble.