A look at life and lifestyle, in wooleys own words.
More daring hath that flying gnat Than old shakespear with his prose By dashing up that unsuspecting Old sheep herders nose When the cold wind blows A bug up your nose And you can’t seem To dig him out It’s kinda hard to figure They feel so much bigger With them little wings Are tickling […]
The spatial gap between our ears Where emptiness abounds Seems so woefully to be Our sacred wandering grounds We find no time to affix our thoughts On the common or mundane For this is just our stomping ground Where we play our game To find solace from the hectic world We so steadfastly meander through
I am but a fence post Mobile I am not The existence of my presence Not known by a lot Except by the spider Who’s web is attached To snare a young fly And so be dispatched I am the fence post That watches over the pond Patiently waiting For times come and gone I
I’ve been rode hard and put away wet So darn many times You get kinda used to the feeling Of sweat running down your spine I ain’t one to see the future But I can tell you this It ain’t easy being a hardworking Loveable son of b*tch When you get tired of people saying
Sitting alongside the road one day I spied me a bullfrog hopping my way He didn’t have time to say his piece But what he did say to my relief was this Don’t mess around on the road of life Its full of chuck holes and full of strife And if you need proof attesting
I met a lady the other day With a smile that enlightened me And talked with her for a while At the cost of my sanity She speaks very fast and has an accent And gets her point across She seems to me an adorable lass And my speech is at a loss I’m on
Thirty million years ago A fish broke wind you see And that is how the human race Actually came to be I’m not sure exactly how All that chemistry works But I do believe it’s the bubbles of A fish that got this to perk The Christian theory according to folks Is a little hard
THE SPIRES OF THE HIGHEST PEAKS ARE A LONELY PLACE TO DWELL BUT BETTER THEIR IN MY MIND THAN SOME OF THE DEEPER PITS OF HELL SO HIGH I CLIMB GROPING FOR ANY CREVICE TO GET MY GRIP CUZ IFN I FALL ITS TO HELL WITH ME IN THAT RAVENOUS BOILIN’ PIT WHILST I’M ON
Taking my trusty pen in paw But not knowing what to write I’m a gonna try to transcribe My thoughts of you last night Your warm and gentle disposition Is the envy of most folks And I’m honored to be with you dear Your wellbeing I feel is utmost This seems to be a special