Slap Happy
Me wants to burn media into my brain
with a flatscreen syringe and dolby surround
blue-ray injection
of inflection
and protection
turning me toward
my astral projection.
I’ll be on hand
to sample the sand
with a tip of my hat to the band
you shall behold my glide of pride
despite your incessant need to chide
while the tires will hum with their own side
of the story
about the judge and I
throwing rocks at ole ironsides
whilst turning our collective blind eye.
Sip the tea
and come hither with me
to climb in the tree
far out in the sea
that beckons to thee
bearing fruit of glee
and sunshiny free.
