I tell him my day was so long,
and everything went wrong.
He says, “I made brownies and sweets,
but now they don’t look like treats.
We can’t throw them on the grass;
they might make it disintegrate fast.
This looks like brown soup. Try it,
even though it stinks like shit.”
He believes life is miserable when given;
the fun comes from your style of livin’.
On a whim, just dye your hair blue –
“Use Kool-Aid; it’s good for that too.â€?
It’s only once that you’ll be this young,
so go wild and be sure to have fun.
“Don’t hit the books all of the time.
Missing out on life would be a crime.�
Daddy says that he’s lived that creed
for far too long, down to every deed.

Tear open a tennis ball to see what’s inside.
“It’s like your own self; nothing to hide.â€?
Look for wonder in life; kiss snails.
Watch dogs sniff behind their tails.
“Be curious and suspect everyone,
except of course, your mother’s only son.
And always question whoever will say
that you cannot behave in that way.�