For the last time
I offer you still another sacred invitation
Become the
left and I'll be the right. Become the water and I'll be the
wind. You play abbot and I'll be Costello. Become
excited and I'll be mellow.
That's like me without
you. That's like yin without
Yang Roses without
beauty Abbot
without Costello Huntley without
Brinkley. Hanky without
panky Water without
wet q without
u That's like being outside of
God. Night
without day. You be day and I'll be
night. You be fire and I'll be light. You be up
and I'll be down. You be the sun and I'll be dawn
I'll be the sight and you do the seeing. red without
color. That's like a river
without flow. Time without
cycles. Mice without a
mouse. Funny without
the nn's One
without two. And seven without
eleven. That's like Winston Churchill
without his mother. A
mother without children. Father
without the
"h."
Fish without water. That's like speaking
without talking. Running without
walking. And Sex without
orgasm. That's like fat without
skinny Mickey without Minny.
Rain without water. And imagine a mountain
without a top, or a top without a
bottom. Could you have left
without right? Up without
down, or day without
night? How about
chickens?
Could you have chickens
without
eggs.
or frogs without legs
Ping without
pong.
or right without wrong
Imaging talking the cap
off the
capital
or off the
wall
Imagine cats without
tails. Rabbits without
Ears.
Imaging the edge
without the middle. Big without
little, and Fire without ready and
aim.
Then what if you started
putting things together in ways that they don't
belong.
C and Rash
would probably be rather
itchy.
Intentionally wringing
the wrong number.
