Naive means
"strong, fresh, artless and direct" and
I think as I age, I'm becoming more
three out of four of those things, so
Naive it is. And that's how I reckon
I'll only be more, since
that's been my natural response
to it. And three out of four
ain't bad - it's seventy-five
percent! Good enough for a D. Any tests?
PASS. Whatever. Rhyme? I go
primitively, rude-hewn simplicity
of no rhyme, sometimes. Other
times it just falls into place
so fine? I'm like
WHO is the best? I'm like
WHO is the okayest? I'm like
hoo hoo "WHO'S the rhyme mastery
apprentice in the place to be
and when this party kicks into
a gear, it will eventually"
And then it is. There, too
Oh, it's RIGHT HERE.
- and I'm right there to match,
it's all I'm getting so clear.
Invincibly naive, I have been
lately being, so
that. Covers that, now
...uh, uh-um, uh-huh
one (1) dill pickle spear
to go
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