TVLiving The ABCs
© 2001 Jesse Slokum
Tell me, how come you're so hung up
On the "A" side of this here life?
Who was it got you so strung up
Are you afraid that someone's knife
Might cut the string of your sanity?
It's only the first letter
It doesn't really signify...
Nothin', whoever told you better
Was only trying to dignify
The tale the mirror told, vanity
Has five letters in common with the WORD
In this verse with which it rhymes!
Then scriggles can't tell lies
On their own, they need us
To use or abuse them!
Them wiggles that catch eyes
On the street sure feed us
Neon shines like a gem!
Hip huggin' pants look so good
In the vis-u-al buzz
Of its candy-cane glow!
But, if you feel like a falcon in its hood,
And your mind is stuck on FUZZ -
Tone, you can still stop the SHOW!
All them million-dollar Mabels
Looking for ONE-of-a-kind Sables
Always turning those tables
They made poor stuttering Jim
Feel like he wasn't in on the swim
You're either too fat or too slim
For somebody's CROWD
It's enough to make a proud
Man cry out loud!
But, that was before he met VIV
Guess she knows how to live
And hasn't forgotten how to live...
Why don't you make the switch
To the "B" side of reality
Move to a straighter pitch
Where you may just be what you see?
Now you've got two clues to the mystery...
Even if it looks weird
It's just what Lewis Carroll
Must have really feared
At the bottom of the barrel
The mind managers call it history...
If this dancing Trope - ical tongue has you curled
UP in a ball, just watch the PAN-to-MIME...
Of course, it can get much WORSE
The SHIT hasn't even hit the FAN
No one yet dares talk about the SMELL...
Forget the Powers of the PURSE,
Pick up a MOP & and a tin can,
That Shit smells worse than HELL!
Put a clothes pin on your nose
And give that handle a healthy heave
There's no place on earth to hide
It's sooner than you suppose
Do you think you'll be the last to grieve,
Or, are you waiting for the Saucer RIDE?
All them million-dollar Mabels
It's time we got around to "C"
The third stage of the PLAY
That's enough to know "A" to "Z"
In a completely aware Way.
The spirit beyound all our PAIN!
Sooner or later, we come to be
Ev'rything at ONCE, or nothing at ALL
It's really not just a circle to ME...
When your heart answers it call
No myster in history is so arcane
That it isn't like an angry word hurled
At all the perpetrators of crimes...
Wrap it up, put it in a BAG
Take it home, leave it in the RAIN.
Pay good money, watch it rust,
You can call this an existential RAG
Blame it on Rome, or marauders from the PLAIN!
Swear there's no such thing as JUST
'Cause I ain't the last, nor am I the first
Maybe I didn't, but I hope we just got through
So, make your own date today with Oblivion
Drink up tonight, slake your thirst
I'm just happy my friend Jim, got to
Meet a woman named Vivian!
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