At work it is sometimes boring
Some days you will find me snoring
but Andi doesn’t tire
high strung like a wire
Her spirits are always high soaring

At work we deliver computers
we push them around on scooters
it isn’t that tough
just deliver the stuff
and then lock the equipment from looters

Once while Andi was in transit
from a corner jumped a dark bandit
He threatened her life
with a huge rubber knife
so she thought she could easily withstand it

The bandit lunged with force
and the knife did nothing of course
but shocked from the bound
Andi fell to the ground
and was promptly trample by a horse

now Andi was dead on the spot
never hearing the horse’s trot
the bandit got sick
and buried her quick
and there she was left rot

Now Andi was simply naive
about the soul when it has to leave
She had heard all of the stories
of gods and their glory’s
but she just didn’t know what to believe

the soul went to an agnostic oasis
where uncertainty was the basis
no one knew up from down
or pink from brown
or even if this was an oasis

she would probably stay there forever
but no one was sure however
some thought that it might
be just a short plight
and could maybe leave whenever

things that were known, were hazy
like the smell of the pink/orange/bluish daisy
or how it rained from the ground
or made a smelly sound
trying to figure stuff out was just crazy

there was never white snow
the wind wouldn’t blow
the trees would to and fro
no bigger than a toe

cats in a dog show
a scare-a-corn crow
darkness would glow
stops would go

chairs made of dough
clouds far below
yellow cups of joe
race cars going slow

an arrow shooting a bow
grass you didn’t have to mow
no need for a garden hoe
a river that didn’t flow

identifiable john doe
an informative news show
a pointy plateau
an honest h.m.o.

Vincent van Gogh
sloppy joe
red bordeaux
quid pro quo

So that’s the story or Andi
who would never share her candy
she was mean to the boys
and horded her toys
I hope this poem comes in handy