Octopi Are Smarter

If I (just) bury my feet real deep in an ocean's sand I used to swear I'd hit China. Okay, so maybe it wasn't an ocean, it was just an old red sandbox sitting by a chipped blue swing set broken with a million little hearts lingering on it. That's beside the point. The sand scraped my toes and I'd hit the occasional pebble that would make me bleed but that was no worry to me because I'd find China. Maybe I'd wind up in the middle of a crisp blue ocean, treading water for hours and hours trying to find the perfect palm tree beach to pull myself onto, maybe I'd just let myself sink to the bottom and speak with the fish there's so many reasons to just float down. I'd much rather speak to an octopus than any other fish because from what I hear octopi are pretty damn smart and mom always told me that you learn more when you talk to someone smarter but the trouble is how in the world do you find a smart person that isn't a total ass face? It's much more comfortable to fall straight to the ocean floor, strip off my clothes, burry my naked butt into the sand and rock and look at the moon from way down there. You can learn from an octopus but generally, when I'm not in China, I learn from the moon and the stars and sometimes they whisper to me. They tell me that lemons are yellow because God had to piss and the sky is really green it just depends on your perspective. It's different from the bottom of the ocean in China because all I see is a hole in the old red sandbox, creating a portal to your heart in just one slightly but suddenly different perspective. (live.)