There’s no plush carpet here,
no beige walls or polished surfaces.
No sir. What you have before you
is a virtual riot of gladness,
an unrestrained jubilee,
sprung to life all of its own accord.
Kinda wild you say? Exactly.
No committees, no policies,
no locks, or clocks or alarms,
no written plan, no codes,
no outlined parking spaces.
It’s nothing but rampant joy
set loose and bursting
with freedom. Sorta makes you
want to let out a holler,
kick up your heels, doesn’t it?