Stick a pole in your head,
	Smooth out the touch,
		Like the fad.
			Scratch the thread,
				And charge ahead,
					It's in the reach,
					As in the spread.
					Sketch,
					Snatch,
					Scorch the place,
	From your dinner to her bed.

She floats
	On my belly
		Playing the folly
I splash
	Onto the sands
		Away from the lands
We drift
	No direction
		All affection
			Lest no one know
				Lest everyone flow

Not all legs are created equal,
	Some are dull,
		Some are tasteless,
			Some don't even move,
				After a few rounds of licking.
Not all people are created equal,
	Some are dull,
		Some are tasteless,
			Some don't even move,
				After a few rounds of licking.
...It's good to be a cat.

Where	did	all	the	people	go	?

But	this	is	Sunday	!

I	hope	nobody	is	riding	the	bike.

It's	more	fun	to	drive	a	car.

You	know	,

I'm	kinda	scared	to	cross	the	street	now...

The armchair needs some cleaning,
	But I
	But I
	But you
	But you
	But they
	But they
	But those
	But those
	But that which
	But that which is dust off is not red.

Right
							      Left
Bottom			Down
					Up
				
Top

Right
							      Left
Middle
					?  

Thebusstopissohideousthat
	I can barely see myself
Butthereisnobuscoming
	Despite the fact that
Thereissignsayingthisisnolongerabusstop

WellIguessthismustbemyunluckyday
	If I insist on resting my feet
OrelsewhatcanIdostandinglikethatinabrokenbusstop
	If not for what they told me
Aboutthedistancebetweenmeandmyreflection?

Fast.
Faster!
Kill that rabbit! You son of squirrel!
	Skin that possum! What a gland!
	Scalp that hedgehog! What a house!
	Smother that cub! What a couch!
	Slit that koala! What a pouch!
Call your team! You slow-wit!
	This is the time for action! You dumb-ass!
		Smooth out the forest! What a city!
			Sleep in it! You human-beings!

Once in a while,
	Your breakfast takes too long,
		You realize that,
			But are unable to move along.
Maybe it's time,
	And yes that means now,
		To get yourself started,
			In an irreversible vow.
You either wake up at noon;
	Or skip the breakfast,
		Along with the cow.

It is time, too early, for a shower,
	But the sky won't listen,
		You cannot be prepared
			To fasten
			Your way
			Your mind
			On the water.
There it is,
	A beauty's figure under the blue,
		Takes over the sky and its crew,
			And drifts away, leaving you with no clue.