A hell of a tale in a bit of a shell
With an idea quite fertile
Head in hand – sink or stand
Exactly where is your turtle ?

This is not the type of subject this writer usually notes
A few more misfires and start overs and this paper may be best fed to goats

Every human has a touch, a button, a squish
A nicky, sticky, wicket like shaking hands with a wet fish

Someone is in their sensual state
With wanton waves they view on the interweb shell
No one tells all of their trailing tales in their private time bouncing in and out of the id / ego hell

Stick your hand out
Stick your neck out
Stick your head out
Stick your heart out

? Is your shell a relaxing colorful chameleon style ?
? Is it a *****, filthy comedian’s smile ?
? Do you advance, retreat, silently twist ?
Breathe, bellow, *****, bombast, prepare for battle and put up both your fists ?

? Where is your turtle ?
Perchance your id is resting and watching behind a furtive boulder
Perhaps your ego is well balanced with a chip on both shoulders

I know someone with an ostrich stitch
Pure unconditional LOVE is staring them eyeball to face
Yet, at a hurried and pointed pace
This person is face planting in an upside down position into a broad road ditch

? Where is your turtle ?