That Crazy Bunny

They call me Easter Rabbit,

And I’m a creature of habit,

I’m around for just a day,

But when I’m gone,

I haven’t really gone away.

Where I go,

It is a secret,

But know it’s a happy jolly place,

And when I reappear next year,

Be assured I’ll have made pretty eggs,

To fill each and every basket.

Me and the other bunnies,

Keep production flowing all year long,

At the end of a long day,

We tell each other funnies,

While passing around a bong.

To quell your curiosity,

About our residence,

It’s an operation and a home,

Kind of like the North Pole,

Except instead of Christmas,

We’ve got Easter in our souls.

Though we have similarities,

To Santa and the Elves,

Our businesses have differences,

That reflect our holiday preferences.

Carrot cake is baked in place of cookies,

We manufacture eggs instead of toys,

And though Santa’s Deer,

Are some great boys,

To teleport,

Is more my sort.

I’m not nearly as picky as Mr. Claus,

Whether you were naughty or nice,

If you celebrate Easter,

I’ll deliver you a basket,

With my own paws.

You’d think after five hundred years,

I’d be too tired to wiggle my ears,

And zoom from place to place,

On that one day out of every three-sixty-five,

It seems the whole world,

Wants to see my face,

But I never feel frazzled,

I’m happy to keep up this pace,

As long as the Earth whirls ’round.

Trail Ride

It’s a sunny day,

And I can think of no better way,

To pass the time,

Than on the back,

Of this perfect Angel of mine.

Though she’s unpredictable,

A day with her could never actually be miserable,

Today she could be totally reliable,

And do anything I ask,

Or go completely wild,

And balk at the most simple task.

No one else is invited,

It’s most peaceful like that,

We’re free to amble down the twisted tree-lined paths,

Our faces feeling the wind’s drafts,

All of the anxiety,

That day-to-day struggles can build,

When we’re out here,

It gets killed.

Hours pass like minutes out here,

We’ve brought music along,

To give us some cheer,

And save for us,

This place is bare.

These horrid times when we’re apart,

I remember days like this,

They live in my mind,

And in my heart.

Stuck in different dimensions,

Each other we miss,

But we’ll be together again,

In Heavenly bliss.

The Unfortunate Truth

Speeding down the highway,

A creep screams and shouts,

Terror threats is what he’s going on about,

Not sure how these people get brainwashed like this,

But that shit makes my blood boil,

Make my insides clench and coil.

Bible thumpers here and there,

Pushing their religions everywhere,

None agree but each one is right,

All are hypocritical,

They’re worse even than those who get all political,

And that shit makes my blood boil,

Makes my insides clench and coil.

People, people everywhere,

With eyes that wander here and there,

Physically one is right beside you,

Yet in mind and heart they’re all but through,

And that shit makes my blood boil,

Makes my insides clench and coil.

An organization ‘for the good of the people’,

Although they’re poisoning the food supply,

Monsanto keeps feeding their bullshit lie,

There are gullible who believe it,

They think disease epidemics and obesity,

Is such a fucking mystery,

And that shit makes my blood boil,

Makes my insides clench and coil.

Animal cruelty,

Where the most worthy of all creation,

Get starved and shot and beaten,

By monsters known as humans,

Somehow an eye for an eye,

Is not always the law’s reply,

And that shit makes my blood boil,

Makes my insides clench and coil.

Whispers shared between two,

The one it’s about,

Has not a clue,

They’re the best of ‘friends’,

‘Til his back is turned,

Then without a thought,

It’s him his friends spurn,

And that shit makes my blood boil,

Makes my insides clench and coil.

Humanity’s issues,

Too many to make known,

It must be wondered,

At the end of the day,

If it’s even worth hoping,

These problems might someday go away,

Evil seems bred in our bones,

Some are strong and can overcome,

But most of the population,

Is just fuckin’ dumb.

Animal Haven

A koala and a hare,

Just escaped from a zoo,

All done with sitting pretty for the tourists,

They’re headed to the redwood forest.

Among these giant trees,

There is a secret society,

It’s only known to animals,

They’ve been smart and kept it private.

In Eureka,

Off of Highway 101,

Amid all the coniferous branches,

They will reach the portal,

To this hidden place of fun.

Once they reach the concealed spot,

They spread open boughs and limbs,

This reveals a hidden rock,

Which they jump upon to knock.

Their eyes close and they are transported,

To an enormous meadow,

In the middle there’s a spring,

With a never-ending flow.

Here wild deer and horses,

Graze together side by side,

Bunnies and mice run around,

Feeling no need to hide.

When someone new has come,

To join this secret society,

The residents throw a party,

Called a Uniting Ceremony.

Everyone whose home is in this meadow,

Gathers ’round to greet the new arrivals,

Who then are formally welcomed,

By a big black crow.

Now they are official members,

Free to come and go,

By day they’ll hang in the Great Meadow,

Then by night they’re free to roam,

The forest full of massive timber.

No one knows how it began,

This secret society,

The how or the why that some animals,

First felt the need to hide from Man.

But so it will be,

‘Til the end of the world,

If they need an escape,

To there they’ll feel drawn,

And like this koala and this hare,

They’ll make their way there.