< if blue was your left shoe and red never happened >

[rayheinrich]

Inspired by Leanne's "Artificial Preservatives"



< if blue was your left shoe and red never happened >


              The box,
              like water to us fish,
              invisible,
              a tasteless dish.
              
              We're quite content
              to play our rolls,
              until informed
              by higher souls
              
              of what we could 
              (or should) could be,
              if only could 
              should outside be.
              
              So then we sweat
              to chew a hole;
              "outside the box"
              our only goal.
              
              We squirm and worm
              and waddle weird
              and don beret
              and grow a beard. 
              
              When finally 
              we cease our quest,
              give up and put
              our thoughts to rest...
              
              
              Excelsior!
              We get the gist:
              the god damn box
              does not exist.
              
                  - - -


Note 'be' rhyming with 'be' in third stanza.
I think it works because the damn 'could's and
'should's are so distracting. I also think doggerel
is the ideal vehicle for philosophical exposition.

[Leanne]

I concur, good sir, doggerel is entirely the animal for such ponderings -- though some might think it complete cockerel.

One wonders if the "rolls" we play are the California kind, an honorable vocation for fishy types.

If we meet in the middle, perhaps we can be purple together