i have a snabalo inside me

there is a say-boo inside me,
i like to sing sometimes even though i can't,
especially on a wooden, or perhaps alluminum conoe,
it lives inside the part of me that could care less, and doesn't care,
it leaps through my joy and unthoughtfullness.
i love my saboo,
for when i do,
i do not vegetate,
like that hippo that sunk my canoe in san frasisco bay.

by tyler nix