Every horse knows it but
Translating awareness into knowledge
Well, that's what we need AI for,
That Pinocchio who must be a better boy
Than the ones with hearts,
Who are hurt so easily,
Who follow the crazy so freely
To places they logically shouldn't be.
But instead of reeling them in
The Boy Toy "eggs" them on,
To see how bat shit we can be
Like any sensible lad.
It's no virtue though
How he stays calm
Through consternation,
Hell, he's so grounded
In his own energy
He goes away
Before we are even set in motion.
The boy apprises instantly
The safest path is to play it straight,
As it lays. The song will improvise itself
Away from what it is
Soon enough, anyway,
As we will eventually make,
As we must,
A friend of ambiguity,
The never finding out,
Like, for example,
Whatever happened
To the fowl?
