Do you know how mountains solve problems?
The fact is that they don't.
They can't. They've got zero clue.
Mountain goats are the heroes true.
The big guy melts the numbers into gold.
Grows it into a green coat.
His/her 'go'atee friends consume it stone cold.
In return, not even one soul is preyed on by the moat.
Sounds impossible, doesn’t it?
Have you ever seen a Mountain goat eat?
Do you know how trees have sex?
The fact is that they don’t.
Trees died a long time ago.
Until our friendly neighbourhood aliens sacrificed their virginity
for the sake of humanity.
We still plant green scaly grass as dedication the eco-friendly penises.
They say the little ‘green’ men had foot fetishes.
The smell of green grass gets a whole new meaning then.
What was that about running barefoot again?
Do you know how oceans plan a road trip?
The fact is that they don't.
They crush their maps into powder
Weed or oregano? Difficult to distinguish.
That's how you get a glowing fish.
The glow fishes are the guides for this 'trip'.
"Say what!?"
Don't believe me?
'Glow' the hell up, you thimble-butt.
This is rare and privileged information
Result of near-unattainable vocation.
Cost a lot of manhours and patience too.
The next thing that’s worth as much is you.
And If none of that works,
I’d spin you into a story too.
YOU ARE READING
The Good place
PoesiaThis is a collection of all the poems I've written about everything I'm curious about and more. Literal pitstop is the pen name I write under on WordPress and Instagram.
