Out On a Limb (Aka- What Would Jesus Do???)
Tail swingin’ from branch to branch
Leaves rustling rush
Trapeze artistry
Burlesque style
Noonday sun
Way more than fun.
Evolution eschewed fur
so the people could make clothes
‘cause they like to be busy
and pretty
and are easily bored.
Or perhaps God didn’t want people to play in trees
without their clothes on
at least not for long.
Inklings of overexposure
feel like impending sunburn
overwhelming in light of
blisters past
Retreat…
Miles and miles
of wild west highways
teaches mirages
look exactly like water
til you’re right there on top ‘em.
How much further, Jesus?
Hold the course?
Take a right?
Gettin' mighty thirsty here.
But then again,
betcha Jesus
doesn’t have a tail.
Better ask another monkey.
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