FIDDLE FART AROUND

I once told my wife I was going out to buy an envelope:

“Oh”,  she said, “well, you’re not a poor man. You know, why don’t you go  online and buy a hundred envelopes and put them in the closet?”

And  so I pretended not to hear her. And went out to get an envelope because  I have a hell of a good time in the process of buying one envelope.

I  meet a lot of people. And see some great looking babies. And a fire  engine goes by. And I give them the thumbs up. And I’ll ask a woman what  kind of dog that is. And, and I don’t know. The moral of the story is –  we’re here on Earth to fart around.

And, of course,  the computers will do us out of that. And what the computer people don’t  realise, or they don’t care, is we’re dancing animals. You know, we  love to move around. And it’s like we’re not supposed to dance at all  anymore.

Let’s all get up and move around a bit right now… or at least dance.

Kurt Vonnegut

FIDDLE FARTING AROUND

Don’t fiddle fart around
they all said
grandparents, parents, teachers, friends
because it’ll all lead to NOTHING
they all said
Now your words won’t come out
and your thoughts won’t go away
as you lay in a hospice bed
where other Fiddle Farters have died
Your memories rattle much louder
than your wheezing-can’t-take-in-any-more-air-lungs
knowing that fiddle farting around
was much more than a NOTHING
and a flavorable dash more of SOMETHING
that’ll have you dying wishing for a lot more of EVERYTHING