A Premature analysis
Was it the evolution of art? Was he just full of art (full of it?)?
Was it carried out aesthetically, with balance it's gonna flip, whoa!
There's a thin line between what's insane and what's lame.
Listen here! She wanted to catch the train
(symbolically) to that choo chewed up brain
But there wasn't stuff in there!
'Twas malarkey she caught inside his head,
They were a dead chess game, going, gone!
(for symbolism's sake)
She was an expert exclamation marks woman!
And he was so poetic it was pathetic
She would get in front of or behind of his eyes...
He couldn't tell or emphasize enough
How she was practical, practically a person
And he was practically psycho and stuff
She was so aversive she didn't even like his cursive
Annoyed with, in her opinion, a void on his paper
She chased him around with an eraser
He was Ka-nell. Ka-nell? Is that how you spell it?
With a hyphen? Only in this life, huh?
How would I pronounce it if I were to announce it aloud?
It is a fact that I get side-tracked most abundantly
But, fundamentally, back to the subject!
She objected him jotting down food making a family feud
& scrolling about an upside down, comic dude
She was Madame Ingle Beezle who madly thought,
"So modern and rebellious...
Such a deep creep is nebulous!
INCREDULOUS! Yep, it's hard to get!
Hidden meaning...tenderfoot...
get the boot stuck in his mouth
if he writes ONE MORE WORD!"
"Preposterous!" she'd exclaim, like a horrible chatterbox,
nervous, yet quite sure that the whole thing's so absurd.
Oh well, Ka-nell,
if there's wonder underneath it all,
Here's a word,
Now you go and flip it over and cook it.
©2005