Look—everything was perfectly fine until the frickin’ DJ of Aisle 8 decides the bottles of olive oil and vinegar, stacks of tuna fish and whatever weren’t put up exactly the way he does Do you know he calls us Whippersnappers?
He’s always sucking his teeth and complaining Not that song again! The store never plays one single song he isn’t dying to turn down That’s why I call him The DJ
You tell him I said “Thanks a lot” His DJ days are over! It’s about time he retires and buys a sweet place
on Isle 8
I remember the walls. We sure knew how to fill a space. Before we decided to try
an open floor plan— Instantaneous weightlessness!
Please grab hold of something.
I need to share what I know now about me: I really do miss all the rooms, the decor, and our friends! I cannot live without gravity.
I threw away his homework because he called me ugly He had many things disappear that year I felt better and better each and every single day People really should know: They ask for it when they pick on other people— Bullies can become the prey
Puddle of Gold
Have you ever reached a goal
you went after turn out
to be treasure you just couldn’t hold?
The mountain of happiness
you were waiting for Victory to bring
was the gift you never received
Solid dreams drip down fingers
of the hands of those who can’t handle
a temperature of 1945 degrees
You’ll look down and you’ll see
an unexpected defeat:
a 24-karat puddle of gold
right in front of your feet