Encouraging an ant
to do something good for humanity.
Sticking your head in the freezer,
fully expecting to find a plate of hot nachos.
Marching down the street in clown regalia,
certain that if you march long enough
eventually the parade will come
and it will be grateful for your participation.
Peeing into the wind.
Sweeping up the kitchen floor.
Except that it's a floor of quicksand
that squeals and laughs at you
when you calmly but firmly say,
"No, floor. No.
Now stop swallowing me."
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