april fools

make useful tools
who'll work like mules
and best of all
they drink o'doule's

they love to joke
after taking a toke
cause their big fat heads
are in need of a soak

in the wasteland of elliot
a world claimed by the helliot
jokers are wild
and on other people piled

i write of this
on them i piss
in this way i diss
without having to kiss
(ass or sass)
do you hear them hiss
and call me a siss
my point they miss

there's no going back
on the road not taken
like frost i'm achin'
for the road i've forsaken

for me there's no laughter
in the sweet ever after

a poet
and i know it
but my looks don't
show it

happy the man that
never had to choose
and so thus lose
his chance to make news

i've laid out some clues
on the cause of my blues
colored in hues
black, white, and grey

so all i can say
is oh happy day
of light not a ray
my life somewhat afray

to the fool i drink
and give a wink
learn how to think-
don't make a big stink

the raucous laughter
of a single moment
is worth more than all
of heaven here after