Duck
today i'll tie my shoe lace
in a knot but not a bow
a complex net work of order
that order two and fro.
that material ending in plastic
for threading through my shoe,
comes in little aid
when frayed; adieu
adieu i leave this wretched place
was ok for tying two shoes
that's it
into it i climb and nestle
the body of my car.
down i put my new tied shoe
I'll test its mettle far
where the rubber meets the road in a different kind of shoe
one round and rubber and black and bolted to the metallics of my car
the four of them turn two and fro
first front, then back will surely follow
if i were to keep a spare shoe in my trunk
it would only slow me down
not my car my car's the opposite
if i were a car i'd frown
but it's always standing, standing on
it's tired little rounded feet
flying 80 miles an hour
down the fricken street.
BANG a duck, i've smashed in too
before i hit the wall
i noticed some yellow, some fluff, and white and you
it's stuck against a mall
to crash is actually quite a shock
the duck i'm sure agrees
besides the duck, i'm stuck as well
i'm buckled at the knees
my legs are turned up in side out
they're pointing at the face
accusing me of some foul act that
i can almost taste
i don't see my shoes no more
no duck no car no wall
down the road along the edge
oh no oh my i'll fall
quickly move to safety
in the middle of the street
exactly where a speeding truck
lifts me off my feet
swiftly to the air i flew
embodying the duck
who still remains against the wall
he isn't in the truck
out the truck the driver dove
he tucked and braced and rolled
his head he did not quite protect
and now he's but a fold
still flying through the air i knew
a truck i'm in it's path
it swerved left and rolled right up over itself
any one could do the math
BANG i'm stuck, almost taboo
a sandwhich with the ground
from now on it's all i'll be
lights out, lights down, a frown
