Speedy Gonzalez

The impossible man passive aggressive and entirely indestructible,
That is in the right circumstances that is if he were to circumnavigate the world,
With the help of his blue pawed pooched, and a flying machine,
Solve the riddles like a particular talking dog, and ride around in a mystified mystery machine,
And claim the path to higher enlightenment, and hire entitlement to only forego the sale of your soul,
You passed on the best offer and counter concluded that you should keep that which you sought to give away,
You can defend your stance, but never do until you've done the chicken dance in front of a million spectators, who are all there to see you fail,
Go on scribble in crayon on the back of milk cartons with pictures of lost children from 1977,
And do your best not to cry when you recognize in those eyes, the eyes that look back in the mirror or in the reflection of your juice box,
It's okay to fathom a world where hitler wasn't himself, and someone else was him, but that person though not given the name of the rose, would still be the thorn in a lot of sides,
Chase the dream, but do not quickly dissipate with the crowd, you need to objectify while riding your cloud, while staying in your shroud,
And we come full circle to the man easily aggravated by aggressive behavior, and he is as fragile as cracked glass,
Knock twice to break him, and then sweep him under the rug, that covers the hole that you have dug, Go on lick your lips when you bury him, the tasteof dirt on your tongue, and if you are well hung then god bless you,
But don't forget that in this dream you are not the king bee, just a worker in a hill of ants, and you cannot fly, you are not of such a variety,
The enemy will indeed hold the upper hand, armed with wings, and being the kings, they'll trump your jacks, and hold all the aces,
I see it now, as you endeavor to be well endowed with money and riches, with diamonds and spiked heels, they make you stand tall, while you fall short in this hall,
I see some place else for us to go to hide till the snow melts and then when our bear like hibernation is finished we'll devour it all like a plague,
And the man who could not be hurt, and who did much harm, and who broke, while not hurting a fly,
This place is for fly fishing after all, and while the ice fisherman collapse in a vault of collective calamity, which is also coincidently the title of a brand new song by your least favorite pop group,
We will go on home, and free ourselves of any indiscretion,
Don't be alarmed when the smoke breaks through and we choke both ourselves and our enemies to death with our best friends hands,
You see it don't you?  Like a waking dream that never tires, and you will not know that lovely ladies won't belong without your love,
See the sea disguise itself in lakes and channels, at the bottom of the tiny erect shaped of a peninsula at the tip of the world,
Flick your ear lobes and put them to the ground, and know that God loves you, maybe, but probably not so,
I know I know, this has gone on to long, but one more thing before the bell sounds, and the starter pistol fires, and the horn honks forth,
Pray if you must, curse if you can, lie if you must, white ones if you can, and just go with the flow down river, with the salmon,
And jump and be punctured by a grizzly bears claws, and feast on it raw as it wiggles and squirms, and go on, just go on, and laugh,
This is all in ridiculousness, so i'll end it here, no really I will in just one more line, like I've said it before,
Look on the world in the view finder, pull the switch and see it in gloriously over-used an over-boorish three dimensions,
Sickly suckers on cellular levels, cling there in your eye lids, and you want there to be more, when there is only just this.