36,500 Words.

Things go like quick cat's yawn, like the taste of Pez candies,
first they're here, then they're gone, that's it, that's the way things go.

Things remain on the agenda, waiting their turn,
sad-eyed and curious, desperate, taking the tragic view, that's how things remain.

Things couldn't be any different from what they are, we just say 'em differently,
throw in a new word or two and call it macaroni, that's what one does with things.

Things turn into metaphors when they're really just things, and that sucks.
Although it sucks, I go with it, that's the way things are.