Keep Your Shirt on and I’ll Knock Your Socks Off
Right out of the gate, we’re taught
to roll with the punches; I’m prone
to cry wolf over spilled milk.
Life is a piece of cake I want to have it
and eat it too and finally, feel full afterward.
Sounds like shooting fish in a barrel!
Ships passing in the night. Are we
playing for keeps or possum?
Give a man a fish and he’ll go for broke,
just desserts for jumping the gun.
If I hit cloud nine and saw Heaven
would I keep my head in the clouds?
Shooting at a sitting duck doesn’t matter
if you’re kept in the dark about why
you’re aiming. I can’t tell what’s worse:
being under your nose or under your thumb:
chopped liver or another fish. Searching
for satisfaction like a needle in a haystack,
no dice! If you break the ice and fall through
you’re never coming back up for air,
but that’s showbiz, baby!