C'Mon Toes, Let's Go

if you own your feet they will take you to the greater theme park but we are sad to see the old self go and cling to the labors that bring us here as though survival there was assured through perpetual alertness which meant that to change is to be mystified there is a place in your head where symbols just don't matter and you don't need to predict what will happen next yet your measurements occur without deformity every human's hope is to die laughing yes let's satirize death in a grand existential caricature a mockery of the stepped on wristwatch bottom line happy to be anywhere running from the object of focus knowing what it is to be a lesser thing scribbling schematics on the walls of Paradise which map the kaleidoscope of desire with a breathless greeting from the horse that pulls your cart so let's ride a swing together sometime and comfort us with a freezer full of deer meat instead of killing ourselves to prove a really stupid point bicycle messengered to Main St. otherwise the odds are slender