I want to say "it's been a slice, boys" as I point my fingers
like the Fonz
and get hauled off to jail
I want to be Turner tied to the mast
I want to run my fingers along the jaw
of fate
I want to be a small bug in a flower pot
and have nothing to worry about
all day
except climbing up on the next ball of dirt
a small crumb to some
but to me it's Mount Everest
and that's all I need to worry about