The Existential Crisis of Norville "Shaggy" Rogers
Life isn't a mystery to solve;
It's an appetite to fill.
You see a cheese and pickle pizza
covered in Scooby snacks,
and mistake it for metaphor.
I don't eat for hunger,
not since the galloping ghost
I pulled off his mask, felt the rubber seam
against his neck and wondered:
if I have a seam, and why Fred wears an ascot.
When I am holding a chicken leg
my hand cannot stray. Perhaps,
I have gotten away with it.
Life isn't a mystery to solve;
It's an appetite to fill.
You see a cheese and pickle pizza
covered in Scooby snacks,
and mistake it for metaphor.
I don't eat for hunger,
not since the galloping ghost
I pulled off his mask, felt the rubber seam
against his neck and wondered:
if I have a seam, and why Fred wears an ascot.
When I am holding a chicken leg
my hand cannot stray. Perhaps,
I have gotten away with it.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson