How To Get Through Life

It's Nothing Big

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.