Any Which Way the Madness of Happiness Blows

In the blink of an eye all we wished will wash away in wishy washy serenditipity
Coincidence is golden, randomness is key
A big bang of the small fry seeking out answers to the chaos of his universe
With spectral glasses on, and heavy heart upon his shoulders
He'll have blood on his clothes but courage in his loins
And he'll make it out alive

All of their wonderful reflections break upon the shore

A seashell chorus creacking on and forever more

A well to do of how you do's

that no one reply's back to

Only wolf whistles on the back of a carriage of thistles can be interpreted as true

Barnacles hang off the bottom of this ship

And mice care not to give two shits

As icebergs break upon the bow

But back to sanity they yell for us not wanting our minds to wander through the wanderous desert

Seeking out closeted deserts of yogurt ice cream and bumble bee tuna

Christmas tree's with Jack-o-lanters face the raging sea way

As pickled dolphins leap in bounds from jam jars half full of constant regrets

While they brood and they ponder and the elevate the ladders

To reach for the heavens far too high above

The little dwarf man demands a penny for his thought but is given negative change instead



So men who are robbed of dignity

And placed inside the realm of dishonesty

Where the worker bee and ant meet to socialize

drinking and referring to their troubles

These men want more than ever to find that purpose

That plagues the roaches so

But as she blinked her eyes,

and made to cry

Her will power faded into nothing

And the lack of oxygen

made her misunderstood

For want of everything

They gave her nothing

All the while she cried

The world walked by

And demanded she repay her debt

When asked what it was

they laughed while shaking their feet

Brittle bones protect solid hearts

While solid bones protect brittle hearts

and the mermen and merwoman debate on what to do with the king crab who snapped onto their tails

Whisked away upon the sea breeze while waterfalls punctuated the silence with lip syncing of a favorite rock and roll ballad

A minute later the octopus wonders what arm to put his bracelets on

And seeks out places with little traces of any sort of fashion sense.

A million miles south of normal

the oddball plants his trees

He calls them forth to prosper upwards

While holding back a sneeze