My Point Is
Today I think I’ll reinvent the wheel,
‘cause I don’t think the first time that they tried
they knew exactly how a wheel should feel.
A wheel will always try to roll away
and it’s like hell to make them stay close by,
but that’s not what I really meant to say.
I like my wheels to stay right in one place.
They’re just a help if someone comes and says:
Get up, and move on down the Interstate…
…for no good reason, like the jerks upstairs
who think they know too well what’s good for me.
They like to pass out orders with their airs.
I see the other wheels and need to groan
because they’re all the same, they roll around,
they cushion you from bumps along the road.
I don’t want to take my wheels for a spin.
I like to sit and watch upon the grass,
and make lewd sport about her mass or grin
at the way he drags his trash behind him
as if it were important. Such nonsense,
but here, that’s not really what my point is.
I want to make a wheel that’s square, and strong,
and nail it down or maybe stick it there
with Super Glue or mount it in cement.
And if they try to move me it gets bent,
so there’s no point in going anywhere
and making my life harder than it’s been.
But when they come to tell me I can’t stay
I’ll laugh and tell them all to go eat fudge,
my wheel’s embedded here, it cannot budge.
That’s not exactly what I meant to say…
Copyright © Dylan Reyes-Cairo | Year Posted 2006
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