One man says that he would have a better opinion of rats
if they would come out and do their business in the light of day
rather than sneaking around to do it in the dark, 
and another man after hearing that verbal picturization 
realized he felt the same way about his thoughts. 
  
  
  

One man’s dog behaved entirely unsatisfactorily 
until he taught it, 
rather than to chase after passing cars, 
to watch them emerge from the tunnel instead 
  
  
  

The name of this song is, "Feelings" 
(NO, not that one, another one!) 

People who tell how they feel 
deserve how they feel. 

Second Verse:  
People who tell you how they feel 
support how they feel, 
regardless of subsequent denials. 

Coda: 
Don’t tell how you feel and you’re never know. 

(Composer’s Addendum: 
The feelings being sung about are not the feelings 
you actually feel, 
but the ones in your thoughts, 
and on your tongue. 
A nom de plumage for a particularly nasty form of 
neuralpox. 
  

Don't tell how you feel then you're never know, 
(which relieves an alert man of his most serious  
spurious ill.) 
  
  
  
  
  
  

As a man stood atop a high building,  
and looked out over a city, 
at people entering the Court House, 
at men laying in hospitals, 
at people being taken to jail, 
at people stuck in traffic, 
at people dogging traffic, 
at people drugging their way to their job, 
at people on a corner, nervously laughing, 
at people sitting on curbs crying, 
and at people riding by in hearses, 
and he thought to himself: 
"Few be where they are today 
who in truth 
planned to be. 

All know it, 
yet none speak of it save in terms designed to 
camouflage the fact from themselves." 

After so musing, 
the man looked down at his feet, and suddenly exclaimed: 
"What are you doing here?" 

Another fitting finish  
to another day  --   In The City. 
  
  

And a son asked his father: 
"Do we live in The City?"  
to which he replied: 
"Do you think?" 
and the boy said: 
"So that’s what that is!" 
  

And now a brand new release entitled, "Thinkings": 

Those who tell what they think 
don’t think anything worth telling. 

Second Verse: 
Those who tell what they think 
are quite proud, I’m sorry, I meant to say that 
they are quite ashamed of what they call their thinking, 
and so tell about it in a desperate attempt to  
hide the fact. 

Coda: Such attempts work!  
(Leastwise with ordinary people.) 

(Composer’s Flammadoodle: 
Don’t talk about the cheshire-thoughts that appear  
magically in your head, 
and they will quit grinning at your discomfort in 
tunneling, I mean, housing them. 
  
  
  
  
  

When the primary world, 
and the secondary world 
sleep together, 
the off spring is --  a sleeper. 

A son asked his father: 
"How much of that thing about trying to  
‘wake up’ is real?" 
and he replied: 
"How much of life is real?" 
"That little, huh." 

One man now declares: 
"I once believed that only my feelings are real. 
Later I began to think that only my thoughts are. 
Then I got stuck in a place where I figured that  
only what I thought about my feelings was the 
real thing. 
Thankfully, I’m past all of that. 
Now if I cut my finger, I never think the word, ‘blood’." 
  

....and I would like to point out that the difference between that man, 
and an enlightened man is – 
you’ll have to excuse me,  
I hear someone at the door. 
  
  
  
  
  
  

One man says that if he were in charge of things 
he would only allow "outcomes" that are certain. 
…and he says this would apply most specifically to 
yard dogs. 

In one city, 
some dogs are kept in penthouses, 
and some in basements, 
and one man is reputed to have made his dog -- 
         --  look at itself in a mirror! 
a stunt he said 
that settled "that little matter" once and for all! 
  
  

And a son asked his father: 
"That reminds me, 
Why aren’t there any mirrors in our house?" 
and the elder looked curiously down at the lad 
as though he was his feet. 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

Latest Finding: 
You must be dazed, deluded and living-in-a-dream 
to hold yourself --  responsible! 

Additional Finding: 
To live in The City, you must either: hold yourself responsible, 
or else pretend to. 
If you chose the latter course  
be sure you don’t forget that you’re just pretending. 
…..(or else you’ll become  --  one of them!) 
  

        No, kellner, I would not like a glass of kraut juice. 
  

There was once a band of underground dwelling moles who, 
in an attempt to recover the knowledge of  
how they got there, 
fashioned above-ground versions of themselves
who they made wander all over the surface,
and send back down reports of what they saw. 
But an unexpected tick appeared on the skin of the plan:  
the above-ground mole shills didn’t send back down
objective reports of what they saw,  
but rather submitted their impressions of  
what they saw.  
Which INFURIATED the below-ground progenitor moles
in that they had not GIVEN their  
above-ground creations the ability to HAVE "impressions"! 

………at least…..they didn’t remember doing so?!?! 
but it was so long ago that they got the thing started 
that it’s hard now to remember exactly how they  
set it up !?!? 
  
  
  
  

Instead of a tip, 
maybe I’ll leave the waiter an original,  
instant-proverb on a napkin, 
you think he’d like that? 
How about this: 
"Anyone who prefaces what they say to you with the remark that it will 
'be-for-your-own-good’ 
are themself up to no".....    oops, somebody else is at the door. 

                                         Jan 

        ....Jumping with my boy sid in de city