my earliest memory was a little voice
that told me I had a choice
I could pick good or bad
tell the truth or lie
and be happy or sad
I was free to decide
whether to be nice or snide
that little voice is still with me
and will be as far as I can foresee
like a bloodhound on a safari of scents
I relentlessly stalk each moment of the day
searching for something new to say
I let my animal instincts lead the way
when seeking story’s to share each day
eagerly searching for mysteries
and histories to proudly display
I hope my hunt for knowledge
all these days, never goes away
the cow never even tried to jump over the moon
that story was made up by a common loon
waiting until the cows come home
is a motto that’s completely overblown
there’s one claim that won’t lead you astray
you should never kick a cow chip on a hot day
sacred cows have been known to bullshit
if they can see the benefit
it’s really all udder nonsense
and the opposite of common sense
surrounded by rows of books
silent sentinel’s guarding knowledge
in an unnamed public library or college
a lust for learning leads the seeker
who seeks to satisfy
who seeks to clarify
the documented knowledge of the ages
immerging as they read more pages
happily
lost in the library
I met an friendly orca the other day
all she wanted to do was play
two left-tentacled octopuses I met
played their guitars in a watery duet
I was entertained one time by singing krill
swimming off the beautiful coast of Brazil
while surfing with bull sharks off of Bali
I discovered they were gossipy and silly
but I think my favorite tale
is when I rode a blue whale!
you can’t go to a store and buy it
it doesn’t come neatly prepackaged
like a commodity
Experience comes with the school of hard knocks
like a scratched knee
there’s no magical pills to replace it
it’s a matter of your history
the competitors stood before the sheer cliff
stirring nervously
nimble hoofs shuffling silently
as they waited for the event to begin
their coats wet from rain
their goal to win
no path to show the way
during the sheer climb
that would take all day
but the mighty goats
looking to become
the greatest of all time
do it for the glory
that treacherous climb
to crown a champion
in the Goat Olympics
gaining fame for all time
pack your bag and let’s go
it’s traveling time
don’t ya know?
It doesn’t matter
where we go
what country we see
or chateau
it’s about the adventure
don’t ya know?
escape your status quo
in exotic lands
or a hidden archipelago
the decision is yours
don’t ya know?
I climbed out of the box one day
unafraid of what people would say
leaving behind conventions
with good intentions
gone astray
the big snail summit was finally held in June
shelled gastropods gathered from around the world
hosting conferences under the light of the moon
It was a slow moving affair
but everyone who was there
agreed it was a boon
the land snails
the sea snails
and the freshwater snails
left behind happy trails
sluggishly sliming home
to their safety zone
looking forward to next year
when it would be time to reappear
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