IT

Intellect warrants a piece of childish stupor in an rather unwitting type of drama that was saved for just a few people. Guns are the reason why many of us have a bird watching fancy. We have a time and a place to sit and think of stupid sayings that make us laugh but mostly make us cry. Its a time and a place to toast to the life we have been given. its been a round robin of wonderful caricatures that epitomize the ramblings of an insane individual completely lambasted and hurt from the many rocks that were thrown at his feet. Its the pigeon of the wind that makes the canary sing its little song. Its the time of the season for a laugh and a song its the fart in the wind the color green of envy. Its, Its, its a boy. Ha so many reasons for hating white whistles. If you only knew what I meant when I read that poem to you. Its for the one time in your life that you get up and go. Its the time you had with your pet alligator when you dreamed that the world was made from a mud shackle. The handcuffs of our life. The time that you wet a whistle and blew a kiss at the homeless tourist in town. Why make a scene from a story that was rewritten many times. You take an axe and grind it across a sponge hoping that the twists of colors coming from the imaginary sparks will make you feel better. Its the time of the day that you pick a blue curtain to go with your burgundy pants. Its whatever you want it to be. Its.. Who gives a bat a nickle to bring it a smoke. Ha you totally thought i would have read the penny. You have no clue what it is. Let me tell you he does and she does. They do. hell the dog knows. but do you? Its a twisted version of a ryhme with no reason or no will to survive. Its was a time when we felt safe. A dollar got you a cup of cheese with blackberries from your local dive shop. What does a spattering of twisted valleys and dark insane geese mice have too do with anything. I ask you again what is it. It is a story a toast a pickle covered in mayo. It is what you want IT to be!