Que Sera, Sera, Whatever will be
We are what we eat, what we absorb, what we take in,
this is mine,
I taste and find, mmmm, worth a chew, slow said
the voice,
of the caterpillar,
of course,
smoke rings,
from the smoke stack
on a D-9 Cat, stuck in the mud,
since November,
till summertime,
lowland realization, land too flat, don't drain.
I jes' set'n'look at that,
Chrome Yeller Caterpillar, worth more than I made,
in ten years after the army,
and I laugh, at how I ain't bound to fret,
or fuss,
no nonsense was ever actually more than literaturely true.
Jan 24, 2023
Jan 24, 2023 at 4:48 PM UTC
Que Sera, Sera, Whatever will be
We are what we eat, what we absorb, what we take in,
this is mine,
I taste and find, mmmm, worth a chew, slow said
the voice,
of the caterpillar,
of course,
smoke rings,
from the smoke stack
on a D-9 Cat, stuck in the mud,
since November,
till summertime,
lowland realization, land too flat, don't drain.
I jes' set'n'look at that,
Chrome Yeller Caterpillar, worth more than I made,
in ten years after the army,
and I laugh, at how I ain't bound to fret,
or fuss,
no nonsense was ever actually more than literaturely true.
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