Do you believe in fairy tales?
In sappy sugar coated dreams?
Do you live a life of illusion
where nothing is as it seems?
What fun it must be
to dance among ginger bread houses
Hand-in-hand up the hill
Best of friends and as spouses
Where the food is just right
and your bed feels like air
In straw and wood houses
and life’s always fair

In this perfect Utopia
you reside in your home
A warm place that’s inviting
and you’re never alone
Nostalgic memories
of Grandma’s house pondering
or trips through the forest
No set plan, just out wandering
Amazing fortuitous scenarios
A piece of clothing forgotten
Somehow equals true love
And of course it’s Prince Charming
Or perhaps it’s the one
where all it took was a kiss
And changed back from a toad
What an amazing wish

A fool you must think I am
to believe such nonsense
But I could dive head first into the pool
and still be frightened and tense
See, I think you’ll agree
Even in Never Never Land
Exists horrible threats
Things not always going as planned

Humpty might have his dance
but he still fell off the wall
Everyone tried
Even King’s Horses they called
A shattered egg he remained
of scattered tiny pieces
The contradictions carry on
seemingly it never ceases
For the town stopped coming
Even when cries of “wolf” became real
“What big eyes and teeth!” you said
As he ate you for a meal
Still he wasn’t done
His revenge he finally took
With a bellowing blast of air
Those house of pigs’ shook
Hay gave away first
floating along like tumbleweeds
Then wood framing exploded and splintered
Stabbing shards making pigs bleed

Next an anonymous tip
on the crime stoppers hot line
And the bear police showed up
Arresting Goldilocks just in time
A recent spree of break-ins
had the neighborhood rattled
Her accomplice, the Wolf
but she ditched him so he tattled
Spotted Hansel and Gretel
on their stroll in the woods
So he called the Old Witch
Knew she’d take care of them for good
Then he climbed up on the hill
There he sat patiently waiting
When Jack and Jill came up the hill
confirmed the brother and sister were dating
Saw them kiss and it grossed him out
So upset he nearly lost his lunch
With two swift kicks they fell down the hill
Their bones he heard crack and crunch

You can sell the Brooklyn Bridge
but I’m not the one who’s gonna buy it
Karma doesn’t always pay it’s due
Sometimes it’s good-guys who get bit
Fairy tales are for infant minds
Only those so young believe
Must be innocent and pure
Somewhat gullible and naive
Those long in the tooth
Perhaps like you and as is me
Life’s made us jaded and aloof
Shut off possibility
Dreamers appear to us as silly
and not set in time and place
But they are the ones whose minds are open
Challenges are easier for them to face
For when we close up our minds
and that part of us begins to shut down
It kills inspiration and creativity
Our thoughts are rigid; Our mind is bound
Life is full of awe and wonder
Not always fitting perfectly into a box
But the best thoughts come outside of it
Be a thinker; Shed those locks

Contains More Than Kernel Of Truthful

alienation, expulsion, ostracization
     from body politick
     if member of society resistant,
     indifferent, adamant, et cetera
despite differentiation
     (across the figurative board)
     intolerance opposing ethos,
     asper unspoken social graces extant

(albeit manifested amidst diverse
     livingsocial variations) within
rubric of global civilizations primal,
     oral, nonverbal, et cetera codas

     automatically decreeing manual Kant
instilled from cradle
     to grave impossible mission scant
acceptance toward recalcitrant
     challenging precepts via rave and/or rant

thus when born into whatever culture,
     steeped with historical paradigm
one can protest superficial nigh cities
     til ivy blue in the face,
     or try to concoct a feeble rhyme
but culture club richly identified, endowed,
     brewed from heritage long time
ago until the cows come home to roost

hence creative pursuits one direction
     can turn to swiftly tailor
if harried styled
     with perceived restrictive parameters
     and cuss like a sailor
     with song and dance routine
(perhaps appearing on Dancing
     With The Stars), or

choosing subterfuge viz
     writing nefarious malware code, wheremailer
     daemons spring to life, when computer code
     following infinitely jesting illogic causing exhaler

(case in point - myself, hoot
     ends tubby humorous) as yukon gauge
yet another Internet end user might experience
     greater reason to rage
against the machine before
     turning rogue gushing renegade, stage
jing anarchy against disparity
     with equal pay, cuz a working wage

aint nuttin boot peanuts
so if strong willed, hook hairs
     if you appear like a putz
just realize doggerel
     of this pooch iz gaseous
     boot utterly without guts
and hangs around the junkyard
     with other nerdy mutts.