bit by bit
poorly mapped
back to face
this neglected space

further analysis
reveals like a mirror
unveils unlike an incomplete simile.

it's pure rock and roll
no lame crush on that cocaine socialite
it's pure funk and soul
no lame obsession with personality tests

it's times like these i wish i was aware of more music genres...

I smell an attack.
Replacement.
Adjacent.
Complacent.

Jealousy.

If I am hungry,
I chomp.
If I know I will be hungry,
Will I chomp?

Chomp chomp chomp.
I do not know.
Chomp chomp chomp.
Let the wind blow.

These people are strange to me, but they shouldn't be.
Clubs and groupings and special etiquette.
I don't quite understand them,
And they can't quite see me.

Maybe someday...
But I suspect that they don't enjoy fun games.
Slog likes fun games...
That is why Slog lives.

Everything is flat.
You see my from my side.
This makes little sense.
You should see my inside.

You can never see me,
If I can look at you.
If you'd walk around me,
You'd find the reverse true.

Chomp chomp chomp.
Wiggle, flip, float.
Jump through hoops.
Underwater boat.

Do something real,
Do it all the way,
Do it just right,
People say, "Hurray!"