kind of a joke. But I like it. HBU?

I think if someone tried to paint my life
It would be a waste of paints
It would end up an impossible mess
And abstract of something
That’s barely real as it is
Or maybe more like a Pollack
With splashes of color
On the blacks and grays
Or an oceans full of waves
Lapping against the beach at sunset
Or would it be sunrise?
Well… I’m pretty young
so it would probably be sunrise

If someone were to draw my life
It would be a waste of charcoal
But I guess there are a lot of shadows
Which could be fun to do with charcoal
But black isn’t enough for me
Just that and grays and whites
I need some color in this portrait
To brighten up my life.

If someone where to dance my life
I think we’d need African drums…
Yeah we’d definitely need African drums
I guess I’m just that bad ass
And the dancer would have to flip and turn
Be more of a gymnast I suppose
Cause my life gets pretty crazy
Sometimes…
I guess I’m starting to run out of rhymes

And if someone were to eat my life
Oh what a dish it would be!
I guess maybe a layered casserole
Or maybe a fruit cake or some pasta
or one of the soups that’s served all cold?
But anyway back to the point
It would probably pretty flavorful
And no it would NOT keep for leftovers
Probably wouldn’t even taste that good the first time
Cause I do spicy and I do sweet
And those two together…
uhh…
it’d probably taste like feet
But this whole verse is kinda weird anyways
Cause who talks about life as a casserole?

But if someone were to sing my life
Now there would be a fit!
It would be new
It would be fresh
The lyrics full of wit
It would ebb and it would flow
With ease that’s beyond me
The perfect melody
If only I could write my life
Put it down in verse
Then I could decide were it went
And who would harmony
But things don’t happen that way
What kind of life would that be?
If I could write myself a happy ending
What future could I possibly see?

Landis
1/5/09