My point is...

Today I think I’ll reinvent the wheel,
‘cause I don’t think the first time that they tried
they knew exactly how a wheel should feel.​

A wheel will always try to roll away
and it’s like hell to make them stay close by,
but that’s not what I really meant to say.​

I like my wheels to stay right in one place.
They’re just a help if someone comes and says:
Get up, and move on down the Interstate…​

…for no good reason, like the jerks upstairs
who think they know too well what’s good for me.
They like to pass out orders with their airs.​

I see the other wheels and need to groan
because they’re all the same, they roll around,
they cushion you from bumps along the road.​

I don’t want to take my wheels for a spin.
I like to sit and watch upon the grass,
making lewd sport about her ass or grin​

at the way he drags his trash behind him
as if it were important. Such nonsense,
but here, that’s not really what my point is.​

I want to make a wheel that’s square, and strong,
and nail it down or maybe stick it there
with Super Glue or mount it in cement.​

And if they try to move me it gets bent,
so there’s no point in going anywhere
and making my life harder than it’s been.​

So when they come to tell me I can’t stay
I’ll laugh and tell them all to go eat fudge,
my wheel’s embedded here, it cannot budge.​

That’s not exactly what I meant to say…​

© 5 FEB 2006
jaguey

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If you get off I want to get off too!!!!

I shall return it's time to go back to the surreal world.

I love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!! (no ma hagas pecar!!!)

 

Stop the world! We wanna get off! Thanks for everything, Guadalupe, you´re an angel!
Besitos de Super Glue.... oops, we´re stuck!