Last time I stopped to smell the roses,
I got stung five times in the face.
Last time I decided to take it slow,
I lost the godamned race.
My hands ended up empty
After the birds in the bush had fled,
Had I not counted my chickens,
I’d have invested in Apple instead,
And, when I stopped my wandering,
I caught something far worse than moss,
And now, instead of iPads,
My money’s all stuck in IHOPs.
And that thing I let go that loved me?
Well, it never came back,
And when this wheel tried to be squeaky
I ended up flat on my back.
So next time someone approaches me,
And tries to tell me all that they’ve beholden
I’ll shove a fist in their face
To remind them that silence is golden.
Another fun scrap of a poem that I cleaned up. It’s got a fun idea even though it’s a bit crude. Eventually, I’d like to change it around so, once again, you might be seeing a version two of this guy in the future!