I was busting out all over
\nIt was almost like galloping
\nexcept I was posting in the car
\nstalled in grid lock
\nwhile the radio hosts
\nbantered with phone-in opinions
\non something or other urgently
\nrequiring immediate inanity<\/p>\n
I wanted to burst into song
\nlike Ethel Merman
\non the roof of my giddiness
\nIf it had been raining
\nI’d have been Gene Kelly
\nstomping in puddles
\neven without an umbrella<\/p>\n
But I had to sit
\nidling my three litre engine
\nas if hydrocarbons
\nwere hymns of joy
\nMy life was going on
\nin my case forever
\nat least that’s what
\nthe diggity dog doctor
\ntold me after my three month
\nstint in his waiting room
\nand now in this car
\non this yellow brick road
\nso there, Mr. Death:
\nup yours!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I was busting out all over It was almost like galloping except I was posting in the car stalled in grid lock while the radio hosts bantered with phone-in opinions on something or other urgently requiring immediate inanity I wanted … Continue reading