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
of the caterpillar,
from the smoke stack
on a D-9 Cat, stuck in the mud,
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,
no nonsense was ever actually more than literaturely true.
Que Sera, Sera, Whatever will be, was on the clipboard and got here before I made sense enough to stop it from wising off.