Toys in the Attic, Gonzo is Just Alright With Me, New Destinations

Toys in the Attic, Gonzo is Just Alright With Me, New Destinations

A Poem by wuliheron
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Proof I'm easily amused.

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Toys in the Attic



Thirty spokes meet at a nave;

Because of the hubs the wheels really spin!

Clay is molded into a vase;

Because of the hollow we can jam stuff in!

Walls are built around a hearth;

Because the door's unlocked, we can play inside the house!

Thus many assume they can play with anything,

Especially, any toys stored away in their attic.



Gonzo Is Just Alright With Me



Gonzo is just alright with me!

I don't care what they may know,
I don't care where they may go!
I don't care what they may know,
Gonzo is just alright, oh yeah!
Gonzo, he's my friend; Gonzo, he's my friend...
He took me by the hand; Led me far from this land...
Gonzo, he's my friend...

Gonzo is just alright with me, Gonzo is just alright, oh yeah!

(Doobie Brothers)



New Destinations



Your attentions, please, any passengers,

On your trip everyone must be prepared,

To cast aside, any unnecessary baggage!

To grab your own a*s with both hands,

If required, in any dire circumstances!

Pay careful attention to the captain!

Assuming, he's lucid for a moment!

Or you just happen, to feel like it!

Or, just have, nothing better to do!

Or,enjoy listening to idiots ramble!

Depending, on your religious beliefs,

Your blood type or organ donor cards,

Your date of birth and place of origins,

Applicable state and federal regulations!

And, assuming we all survive this voyage!

And, any negative publicity we might incur,

Anything the law might let us get away with!

Baring any stranger unforeseen circumstances!

Discounts and ticket refunds, may be available!

Only upon personal request!

Everyone may rest assured,

Despite all the more persistent rumors to the contrary:

New horizons and new destinations, still await us all!

No matter what your personal beliefs, or circumstances;

Be prepared for your mind to be blown on this spacytrip!

The captain suggests, singing a round of Hakuna Matata!

But requests that you all refrain from dancing in the isles!

Reminding all, that on the runway!

We're always on a road to nowhere!

Burning, all of our bridges behind us!

Traveling at high speed into oblivion!

Where up, is the only viable direction!

Down becomes more of an abstraction!

Any turns remaining strictly prohibited!

Take-offs and landings tend to be tricky!

When the road up ahead, comes to an abrupt end!

When everyone can agree that ignorance is bliss!


© 2018 wuliheron


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Kay
For the second part 'Gonzo Is Just Alright With Me', I sat back in my chair and reflected on children playing with their toys. It's amazing how accepted and understood we can feel from a simple plush, doll, or figurine as opposed to the many people in our lives who often prove they cherish us conditionally. However, for a child there is solace in the company of a toy friend - you can be completely yourself and the toy can completely like you for it. It's also a savior at times, as it "led me far from this land" away from regular or perhaps situational chaos and pain experienced. In our adulthood, we may still have an attachment to the object for the above reasons. At least that's the meaning I interpreted from it. Great write!

Posted 5 Years Ago


wuliheron

5 Years Ago

One of my best friends claims Gonzo is his personal hero, and he actually looks a little like him an.. read more

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I'm a brain damaged, mentally deranged, hippie dippy raised on Gilligan's Island and Green Acres, but I'm never going back there again! Currently, I'm 11 years into writing a book on Collective Ignora.. more..

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