Napowrimo 4/7/26: Song of No Self

 Today's Napowrimo Prompt invokes the rhythm and sound of children's games. Here is something something close to that.

if. and then
(when?) when.
still.sense.tells.me 
clapalong, clap...along
(shimmy sham [bimbam])

yep.

my-parents-told-me-to-trust-the-finer-institutions-that-uphold-everyday-life-and-
then-they 
taught-me-how-to
[fire that slingshot!]
slingshot?
slingshot!
[fire that slingshot!]

hit the mark
right in the middle.
watch it fall down
now we're fit as a fiddle

sense. it told me,
(no) sense
but the senseless

[yeah, well]
my-parents-told-me-to-stock-the-pantry-with-canned-goods-and-freeze-dried-ice-cream-then
-they-went-to
[fire that pistol?]
pistol!
(pistol!)

now-we-got-ourselves-a-situation
and. all. we. do. is.
clapalong. clap...along
[fire that missile]

wait, we had that missile?
(yeah, pay attention)
right, sorry.

and-when-we-clap-we-clap
off
        rhythm.

but.we.still.
clapalong. clap...along

fire that rocket
straight to--the sun?
to the sun!
yeah, sun's how it's done.
looking straight at the sun.

sense, it told me.
[no sense wasn't talking]
(will you just let him talk)
[finnnnnneeeee]
now-it's-time-for-dinner-and-I'm
going home.

[typical]