Happy Idiots, Crusty Old Salts

I think its congenital.

Happy Idiots

Ignorant virtue can be its own reward,

Bumbling down the road of life less traveled,

Clueless as to how to best get from point A to B,

To have clueless friends, we must first be clueless!

Thus forever ignorant virtue remains undeniable!

Despite some wackier cartoon logic that applies!

While, ignorant wisdom is childishly knowing!

When, like complete idiots we stop watching!

Wherever the hell we may think we're going!

(Busy, talking on a cellphone or something)

The foolish path is not what it used to be!

Yet strangely enough remains unchanged!

Everything blends, into a cloudy horizon!

In every direction things all look the same!

Where each fork in the road looks the same!

Forks extending, out to infinity and beyond!

Forks all blending, into ever cloudy horizons!

No telling where in hell, that road might lead!

Uncertain our road has a real beginning or end!

Uncertain, how we all got on the road we're on!

Getting nowhere, just as fast as we possibly can.

Getting nowhere from nowhere as fast as we can!

Life in the fast lane, on our fast track to nowhere!

Up ahead at every signpost, its the Twilight Zone!

Excitement follows great confusion and indecision,

Getting off the road altogether is the only way out!

We're on the road to nowhere getting nowhere fast!

Does anyone know, Zen and the art of motorcycles!

Does anyone know, how far it is until our next exit!

Does anybody know, the height of the Empire State!

The valiant few, attempt to drive from the backseat!

Everybody driving faster in circles, talking in circles!

They all begin driving faster, and talking even faster!

They begin driving in circles, screaming and shouting!

Many stumble out upon their knees, from exhaustion!

Life in the fast lane, surely makes you lose your mind!

Enough that some ponder if riding in the trunk is safer.

Mad enough their Red Queen yells off with their heads.

Life in the fast lane to drive Never-ending Armageddon!

Life in the fast lane pulling over at our Hotel California!

Does anybody, have any clue as to where the hell we are?

Does anybody anywhere ever really know what time it is?

Does anybody ever really care?

Who is the happy idiot, supposedly in charge around here?

Wish you were here,

Instead of all of these other sorry clowns bumbling around,

Because me, myself, and I enjoy being happy idiots too,

And, there is no one alive who is youer than you!

(Eagles, Chicago, Talking Heads, Pink Floyd, Dr Seuss)

Crusty Old Salts

Ships all float according to the theory of displacement,

That is, by displacing more water than their weight.

Dump too much weight, on any ship in existence,

They will always sink, straight to the bottom!

Too much of anything, is not a good thing,

Whether our ship takes on water or not,

Even, in a totally airtight submarine,

It will inevitably sink to the bottom.

If you foolishly add too much weight;

Even a straw, can break a camel's back,

We takes what we can stands, till we can't stands no more.

Experienced sailors know that embracing hate and anger,

Is like taking on too much weight, drinking salt water:

Your thirst can only grow as your heart sinks lower,

Gradually overcome by the overwhelming weight!

Feeling unable to stop ourselves from drinking,

Inevitably, everyone will sink to the bottom,

At a complete loss as to what went wrong.

These days many prefer, not to think about tomorrow,

Being all too well aware of the state the world is in;

The rate at which we're still destroying the planet,

Few out of the billions are likely to ever survive,

Knowing only a thirst, that keeps on growing!

Knowing only an unceasing hunger for more,

For we know not, what we are fighting for!

So eat drink your saltwater and be merry!

Just ignore the man behind the curtains,

Just ignore what all the fuss is about!

Just ignore all the lies going around,

Comforted that all too soon enough:

We will sink straight to the bottom!

At long last, thirst finally quenched,

When no one can raise another glass,

As death, inevitably decides the issue.

Crusty old salts often preferring to die,

Frequently going down without a fight,

Fighting themselves, as well as everyone,

Fighting their own desire to fight forever!

Disappearing, into any fathomless depths!

Sooner than stop drowning in any sorrows,

Sooner than try talking, to any other people,

Shedding any of their burdens, in the process,

Shedding some of the anger they don't require.

Insistent on sinking all the way to the bottom!

Insistent there simply is no possible alternative,

Taking everybody still onboard down with them,

Who are usually, like-minded saltwater drinkers!

Popeye the sailor man, was the famous exception,

Just some crusty old salt who worked for a living;

Who would bend over backwards to avoid trouble,

Seldom worried about what others thought of him!

Usually just preferring to tend to his own business,

Simple minded enough to still enjoy lending a hand.

Was also kind and generous to other people, as well,

Often willing, to give others the benefit of the doubt!

Even offering his enemies an olive branch sometimes.

Even, if they never gave him any real reason to do so!

But, remained ready and able to defend those in need!

Coming to all his friends rescue on many an occasion!

Yet he resisted drinking saltwater whenever possible,

Swearing avoiding it made him strong to the finish,

Because he also liked to eat a lot of fresh spinach,

Fending off scurvy, and saltwater dehydration!