It's not that I've gone too far,
it's that I've not gone far enough.
I've touched third base, I've slain the chase,
the prom queen,and her muff.
I've razed the castle and the stakes,
mountain, foothill, and bluff.
I've ridden the dragon and the horse,
the bull by horn and scruff.
I've played the winner and the fool,
the intimate friend and tough.
I've cracked the case and thrown the race
arrived on cue and clutch.
I've had drinks on houses and the roof,
eaten single and Dutch.
I've touched a heart and grabbed an ass,
played in the mud, snow, and slush.
I've kissed the gold and smelted bronze,
polished off chrome and bread crust.
I've fasted and been caught out red,
said prayers while jawing and fluffed.
I've bought the farm and slowed the roll,
seen the light and fresh dusk.
I've glassed the town and the ground,
felt the heat, and loved the crush.
I've turned a corner and a trick,
bounced back and lined up flush.
I've hit the head, the nail, and eye,
the hole, the wall, and dust.
I've spurned the rise, the hearth, and home,
snapped rodent necks in the brush.
I've seen the fairy and three gods,
gone straight to raise the lush.
I've smelled the musk, broken the glass,
and bowed to the high and the rush.
I've taken vows and tipped the cows,
worked the circus and rut.
I've blown the engine, cracked the pan,
and gone full sail without a gust,
but even though I've done all that
it doesn't feel like much
and as far as I've come, as far as I'll go,
it'll always be Mars or bust.
