How To Get Through Life
You got to have the right attitude is all
First you got to learn the games
There's shuffleboard hop scotch jump rope
Tiddly winks truth dare consequence promise or repeat
And of course there's ball
After a while you go to school
At school you learn to read and write
To sign the necessary forms
And math
To do the figuring
Soon you are ready for work
It's a good thing to remember it's smart
To learn to like your work
You will be together for a long time
After forty years you'll be old enough
For shuffleboard again
There's really nothing to it
Unless of course you decide to be a poet
In which case you have to begin as follows
First you got to learn the games
There's shuffleboard hop scotch jump rope
Tiddly winks truth dare consequence promise or repeat
And of course there's ball
There’s always more or less to any story, poem, or cave painting, of course, and you can read more of the sordid back story of human civilization over at the Portland Pataphysical Outpatient Clinic, Lounge, & Laundromat, where we remain committed to providing our imaginary readers with very fine imaginary cures for imaginary illnesses on this imaginary planet, entirely for free, or your double your money back. Guaranteed.
If you get drunk and stoned enough and stumble around in the third or fourth sub-basement at the Clinic, I’m sure you will find something about this post over at Cognitive Dissident later tonight.
If nothing else, there’s always “Horse Kicks Tree, Farts On Dogs Then Runs Away,” which my old buddy Hungry Chuck Bukowski would have shit his britches thinking about.