Using Mary as a Metaphor for Your Life

Mary-goes-round and
around and around.
Nothing seems to change.
Not the scenery, it's still cloudy and ordinnaarrrry,
Nor the view, it's still the same horse's ass.
Up and down,
around and around,
does she ever yearn to get off
with Michael and Jane
and go hunt a fox?

Is she different than me,
or does she prefer the circularity of her life;
the collar around her neck.
"Fine if you don't want to go no where,"
says Bert.

I yearn to be free
to jump over hedges,
to explore,
to dream.

Come with me, Mary! You can do it.
You may, too; the decision is up to you.
I can't force you,
and I will not drag you away,
or the view will never change,
just a different horse's ass.

But if you'd like to join me ...
"quick as you can say Bob’s your uncle, 
the most unusual things will begin to happen.”


Hurry, Mary, before you pop!