and like Gump
I sidestep the mud
system[at]ically pooh-pooh the elements
search for a coast
to plant wobbly feet
and everyone said it was great
that I'd found an outlet
a way to express whatever
it was they missed
when I said hello
a closer look maybe
at the gyros of the little dog
that aggravates
the hounds so
I could've gone on
about what never gets done
or who likes who
or even my passion
for the least exhaustive
path
but I leave bonafide trivia
to the coconut crackers
frankly
and not that complex
create wordy penises
yak about my lack of religion
spin the outershell of
a dormant yolk with
world-like wisdom
far reaching as tibet
and the marathon always like every other
long jog
nothing very touchy feely
no competitors except for the last edit
with all this practice
I'll be ready
when the blinders come off