i was born by a river in a little shack, and just like the river i can't get back on track.
my parents were missionaries in china, or maybe in india or darkest africa,
one day lenin and trotsky came to town.
they stayed at mrs b's rooming house.
mao tse-tung was already in town and he was staying at the savoy.
we knew trouble was brewing when hombres like that were in town.
when i finished sweeping up at the mission i went for a walk.
as i approached the river i heard laughter.
someone was laughing.
by the time i came around the bend the laughter had stopped.
on the river bank a fish was flopping.
racking my brain, i could never remember seeing such a fish before.
not even in my dreams.
behind me i heard a gurgling sound.
yeti was standing there.
as i may not have mentioned, yeti was my best friend.
rain began to fall.
i pointed to the fish still flopping on the ground.
veins began to throb in yeti's forehead.
evidently he was as baffled by the fish as i was.
right then we heard the sound of oars coming through the water.
i turned and saw trotsky lenin and stalin in a rowboat.
no conversation seemed to be going on.
a i watched the water ripple out from the boat
lenin turned and waved to me
i waved back
trotsky merely nodded at me
truth be told i never liked trotsky much
lenin was much more friendly
eternity was in his gaze
stalin was my favorite
he always had a smile
conversation with him was easy
koala bears could not be more friendly