I see a rose

But are you a cactus?

I see a flower

But are you poison?

I see a puppy

But are you a wolf?

I see something sweet

But are you sour?

I see a reed

But are you a weed?

I saw a minute

Did you see an hour?

I saw the sun shining through the clouds

You saw rain coming

You ran for cover

I got wet, laughed, sang and played in the mud

Your chair shattered

The rock I leaned on never moved, not even a bit

I’ll take the rock any day and twice on Sundays

The rock today does still stand

I hold a pebble in each hand

I have more than one rock

That becomes plural

Alluding to the all encompassing

As well as unavoidable design

That Bo Jack Rocks

There still is no substitute

I’m still here

Good luck knocking me down

Even if I lay there a while

I’m getting up

Over and over

And over and over

And I’m still going to go forward

I’m trying to watch the television

Please get out of my way

Or the hairy orange frog people

May take me away

And the idea of that really sucks

It sucks even more than the time the flying quarts of milk kidnapped me and took me to Planet Knudsen.

Please click this article once daily for the Bo Jack Institute of Mentally Impaired and help out those more delusional than you.

We thank you in advance.

A bad attitude and writing crap are a terrible thing to waste.

Has anybody seen my mom?

Oh yeah can somebody get me a diet soda please?