Bow, bough Rough bark Shade Rustle Shoot Stalk

Beware these clouds of heedless mirth No telling what they’ll send to earth

The path ahead seems narrow Beware your eyes’ deceit It opens up to meet the courage Of determined feet

We study and learn Of ways we can earn A title and salary Letting us churn Out words in a manner Sophistic and dry: What…

There is a pool in every head Of crystal clear suspicion It’s fish are poisonously bred And make for lousy fishin’

Feels good Tastes good Smells good It’s possibly hell’s good

Not all naans are equal So know your naans before Your nonchalance returns you Embarrassed to the store

Now knowledge begins with a kay I wonder if that is to say: “Be silent to know what you may”

Seek the truth for what it is Not what you’d like it to be Shake off time Then time constrains Time dies Truth remains

I’ll let it slide because I know you’ll learn someday That all you said there was Just all you didn’t say