Ode to Fun

Seriousness leads to statehood Eventually it does Fun maintains anarchic mood A peaceful little buzz It helps the plants to grow It colours up the day It makes me want to go Just every which way I’m living on the fun side In hiding from aggressiveness Through time and space I gently glide Away from seriousness I know it stalks me anyway To occupy my time With suffering about what may Occur like senseless crime I can be judged, despised and banned But fun’s the only thing That never fails me in this land Of which no bird would sing All the calamities I’ve known All troubles deadly heap Can’t shatter love, which I had sown And fun is what I reap.