Imagine Being Me
Imagine Being Me
In this our universal circle
Some still call it flat???
Others Metaphorically encircle
I myself see an upside down bat.
In the middle of weather
Some don't call it that...
Don't wrap me up in feathers
You can do anything with a hat.
Underneath that knowledge
There is a cocktail mix of wisdom
Drank at school not college.
Not that I ever had some.
People adapt best they can.
I just throw in a few big fancy words.
Like today I feel very Pulchritudinous Man.
Tomorrow I may be away with the birds.
In this topsy turvy universal circle of life...
Sometimes you need more than a sharp knife...
To get you there in the end... Eh to be.
Like I said before... Imagine Being Me?
The Bard o Biggar
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