Just Do It

by: Rob Paquin

Clickety clack and now you’re back
Raising roadblocks on my tracks
But you haven’t seen this soul dressed black
I’ll careen right through it

The rickety shack that’s built out back
In a mind set up for a new attack
As my mind just habit stacks
I wish, I knew, You knew it.

Crookedy crack and my broke down back
The life I spent without the knack
To know when I should expect the flack
It wasn’t me that blew it

Thickedy thwack, my mental back pack
I’ts packed and ready for the frik and frack
Never been cinched inside the sack
Because I’m true, and Do It !

Pfft!


~ The Snowdog