Ode To The Little Things in Life
O overused and underappreciated cash cow
in a glass half full of 800 pound gorillas;
O picture worth a thousand words.
Why reinvent the wheel?
As American as an apple pie
that didn’t fall far from the tree
you’re barking up.
I’m firing on all cylinders
with
and a duck out of water
without.
You cut to the chase without
beating around the bush
when it’s the same old story
of monkey see, monkey do.
O tools of the trade,
that are the wind beneath my wings of wax
as I ride off into the sunset on a dead horse,
uphill
both ways
in the snow.