The trouble with being inside a whale
is there’s nothing to do but think
Think of all the cities you
should have told what to do
told to quit their night-time ways
told to keep their hands to themselves
But the Big One scared your
pants off. You tried to get away
in a slick canoe; but the waters
were like a roller coaster and you knew why.
So, suddenly, no canoe, and you and
a whole lot of wet blue
Next step, your hanging family photos
on the insides of a whale. If only
you’d brought those photos, so you’re
stuck thinking for three days. You have
your revelation and the whale gets
the stomach flu, so out you go.
Whale vomit on the beach, new
sense of purpose and next time
you’ll think twice. You’ll police the
heathen cities, follow the ruler, and always carry a
picture of your mother. Trouble is, inside
a whale, you’ve got nothing but time to think of
those perfect things to say. Isn’t
that always the case, that perfect line
after the fact. So be careful because
whales sometimes digest and you’ve only got
three days of air.