Catch-22

When the world gives us
Heartbreaking belly laughing happy/sad crying mind bending circular timelines with syndicates and corrupt colonels and the stark blood and guts of human existence spilling through the pages
Why is it necessary for me to do anything but sit and wonder at
The state of a universe that holds such an existence but still
ceases to give up its own secrets?

Ukulele Nonsense Poem

To paraphrase Amanda Palmer:

Play your ukulele loud

Play your ukulele proud

"'Cos even if your grades are bad it doesn't mean you're failing"

She makes me wish I could have made

Any thing so quite as good

So catchy and amazing

It's just three chords

That's all it takes

To banish any evil

So

Play your ukulele loud

Play your ukulele proud

Art's not hard

Just do it! Now.

It's just liking knitting only not so stringy

Or so wooly or so 

Utterly confusing

So

Go out and buy your ukulele

Don't worry if you think you're stupid

It will probably make you feel better

Even if you have

No musical inclination!

I don't even have one and

I really really want one and

Perhaps I'll gift my self with one and

Busk my way though DC.

I'll play my favorite cover song

Even though the words are wrong

Bring joy for all the world to see

With the power of ukulele.

(Apologies to Amanda Palmer, and hear the original song here.)