Anatomy of a
Tranquilizer
by Glenn
Bresciani
Za,za,za. Ga,ga,ga.
Boo-boo.
I am a Zulu walking under the moon.
The African savanna stretches for
eternity.
All the lions and the zebras are living
in harmony.
This is the place I’d rather be,
dreaming of the wilds from a David
Attenburough DVD.
Saddle up a giraffe, come ride with me.
Za,za. Ga,ga. Boo. Let’s shout it
out.
Because flipping beef patties at Burger-Works
is stressing me out.
Bending over a hot stove for six hours, I’m
grateful for this daydream. It’s
yoga for my heart.
It’s like being shot by a
tranquilizer dart. |
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