We Took A Step Towards Fun

We Took a Step Towards Fun

The jam and the toaster
The ram and the pecan

Everywhere I go,
all I see is snow.

Every time I run,
I pretend I’m on the go

Listen Mr. Elbow-
Our kids have things to share.

Listen for the renters’ song
Then listen for the owner’s ring.

Ding a ling ling…
A canvas I did bring

Ding a ding dong
I wrote you yet another song

It goes (stomp)
Howdy howdy ho
Howdy howdy hey
Put a sticker in the snow
Put a rhyme in the hay

It goes howdy howdy ho
I got a clock and I got a cloak
Howdy howdy hum
I’m gonna reach,
I’m gonna reach
I’m gonna reach out for some fun.
That’s how it’s all begun
We took a step towards fun.



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Algorithms and Euphemisms and Cans

God is in charge of Love, I remember,as I forget.The winds pick up.In Orange County New Jersey,Virginia Satir laid an egg.There are countless options with writers,and on the ballroom dance floor.The news goes on, the news goes off.Everywhere I look I am dwarfed and shackled by a banana.My throat is satisfied, that’s all that matters.I’m heartless, so I eat fish.I’m sexless, so I combine nuts, seaweed, honey and dew in a bowland try to be genuine.I’m real, but it’s not.There’s an anger and a rebellion beneath the surface of the sea.It’s called prawn.It’s called the octopus.Rats and Chimps speak in another language.The octopus has a game to play.The psychosis calls itself by its given name-Chacha.Words are deeply, emphatically wrongsometimes.Illness of the psyche-impossible.The neurons? Impossible.But certain food is probable.Certain board games never end.The game shifts gears.We no longer want to win or even have fun,We want to change the medication model.You said you had breakfast with elephants and I agreed with you twice, but I didn’t tell you I went to a bedand breakfast once with an outdoor tramp-oline and chocolate candies in the bedside drawers.I never told you more is less and less has to eat smores.I never can’t eat a raisin or suck on a toddlers goodbyelick of a pacifier.We pacified the children with tranquilizers so Mommycould get some restand then reimbursed the doctors and signed up for more tests.We dressed ourselves in the “he”s of their productsand drank them down with orange juiceand another pill of premature elephant snot and cries to hold down the lot.All we know is one two three.All we see is you, me, the world, that’s three.All we put in the container are algorithms and euphemismsand cans,So that every time the red ball blinkswe know we can hold hands.This does not stay the same folks.A pill does not make the reality of change change.A pill is another poisoned orange juice and promises long term less engagewith the change.What a relief.No more sight, smell or math.No more class or bells or draft.No more- that’s what we say-there’s no more hay in the elephant corral.There are horses in straight lines and horses wild,There are women in tulip curls and medicines called mild.We are relieved at the change about to occur.We only want to know how to stop it from happening again.Our toddlers are on the phone with antelopes. Please secure them a seat on the plane to Milwaukee.