If I made a flying painting,
you would probably try to kill me.
Is this a case of indecision
or just a lack of comprehension?

Dusting jets planes off,
distrusting numbers,
Impaling screwdrivers in a cucumber.

I will often dillydally,
keeping notes while I am shaving.
My religion is my first love.
It exists on tire changing.

Dialing telephones,
eating carpets,
Jumping on a comb,
Electric Eeling.

Driving over English muffins,
it would make me oh so happy.

is bound to make you lots of money.

Building two-by-four
religious temples,
Reviving dinosaurs,
submitting tables.