(they asked)
for me to get my head out
of my vast
open
spaces?
It would be a miracle
(they said)
if I ever
got ahead
with my dreamy dumbbell drifting ways.
All roads lead to Rome
(I answered)
for me and all my sister
second chancers
sobering up
right under your noses.
There is no miracle
(they insisted)
that could drive home the wisdom
you've resisted
until you see how
we only diss you
because we love you,
silly cow.
The only miracle
I find in it
is that they may all
eat sh--
elled peanuts without me
at the circus I miraculously
ran like hell from.
______ _
For What's Going On?--Miracles.
Music: Entry of the Gladiators

