(Revision 2) The Existential Crisis of Norville "Shaggy" Rogers

[Todd]

Revision 2

Life isn't an appetite to fill,
but a mystery to solve. Our windows
are rolled up, and we can’t see
through this fog. We mistake
a cheese and pickle pizza
covered in Scooby snacks
for metaphor. I don’t eat

for hunger, not since the galloping ghost.
I felt the rubber seam against his neck,
pulled off the mask, 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.

~~~

Revision

Life isn't an appetite to fill,
but a mystery to solve. 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 felt the rubber seam against his neck,
pulled off the mask, 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.

~~~

Original

Life isn't a mystery to solve,
but 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 felt the rubber seam against his neck,
pulled off the mask, 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.