We're all blips on the radar screens of ships
Transporting and surging against the tide
Bouncing and drifting and coming to grips
With the briefness of each sonar ping ride
We're all dots fathomed in sonic depth knots
Propelling and racing on by the lees
Swaying and rolling and picking our spots
In the yaw and pitch of fugacious seas
What could ever be wrong with hugging a tree?
'tis indeed a well thing to teach all the children,
this imbalanced sarcasm from Simians' beings
looks up a rung ladder from evolutionarily thin
A good idea for a poet is enough
as for the poet's great ideas well
a bad idea for a poet feels magic
surely as my human sonnet sell
Deck the world with norms less zany
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
'Tis the season to be brainy
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Don we now our introspection
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Troll the Stone Age genuflection
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
See the dying world before us
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Strike the madness that implores us
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Follow us with thoughts less stinking
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
While we dwell in fact-based thinking
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Fast away the passee mindsets
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Hail the science, hedge all God bets
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Sing we mindful, full of reason
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Heedless of cerebral treason
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la!
If A Christmas Carol weren't fiction
I'd say Ebenezer Scrooge 'tis a twat
since my lone redemption's calling
self-forgiveness 'tis all that I've got
This is the place we ended up
This is how high we raised the bar
This is the spot we landed on
This is the sum of who we are
This is the point of no return
This is how far that we could go
This is the life we chose to live
This is the truth we came to know
Old age runs on
It rears its head
Then never stops
until you're dead
Sixty-five plus
The danger zone
When fag end time
ticks by on loan
Old age creeps up
It clamps down hard
Then catches you
way off your guard
I have the will to vest in truth
A memory long carved in stone
A father's neonatal gaze
His daughter's face so much his own
I have the will to deed just once
A testament as old as time
A father's sorrowful regret
His punishment without a crime
I have the will to give at last
An epitaph of bankrupt love
A father's melancholy cry
His wish upon the stars above
I have the will to leave behind
A fatherhood quite rightly dreamed
An old man's final fading hope
His only wish to be redeemed
An actor dies upon the stage
Collapsing to the softwood floor
His last thought of the line he missed
That Dickens wrote so long before
A surfer dies out in the waves
Succumbing to a white shark's jaws
His last thought jarringly why me
That finds grim truth in Murphy's Laws
There are so many ways to go
Departing to a place unknown
The last lighthouse on somber shores
That makes death ours and ours alone
Down and dirty says it all
The rule book pressed one-sided
Doubled down hypocrisy
On playing fields lopsided
Dirty minds across the board
Men's locker rooms of crudeness
Secretly kept out of sight
In hippodromes of shrewdness
Dirty minded secretness
Dirty mindedness for all
Natural as flesh and bone
Normal as a nature call
Our deep space anti-aging pods malfunctioned
I survive age sixty-five and she escapes eleven
we eat and rest together then take warm baths
I ask do you know how to clean your privates?
Yes my mothers taught me how she answered
I took her to a studio and put her 'pon all fours
protocol says use KY but I'm going to suck her
When getting laid lived as my mantra
zero understanding of responsibility I
couldn't be left in charge of a laundry!
When I believe physicality 'twas king
not including anything I wouldn't see
doing pretty or ugly sexy or fat things
