#clopin's fables

[orleans-jester]

You can soar, Eeyore

@cryptid-killjoy

Come over to ol’ Clopey, drift off and close your eyes Here, I’ll tell you a story, about what? It’s a surprise Even bring in some snacks, some water from the kitchen Enjoy Clopey’s old tales, this one’s particularly bitchin’ Right around these woods, there lives an elephant, just a calf Up-ended from his jungle, taller than than the trees by half Perpetually unwanted by the others, because of his mass But with surprisingly delicate feet, like glass Up and around he’d go, taking in all of the sights To which he had an advantage, thanks to these heights Then along came an ass, a donkey, a shorty Even with those strong legs, he wasn’t really sporty Right through his life he wanted to see the sky flood Cerulean and pink, violet and orange, mud and blood Up and up was a place he couldn’t see, but just Pretended he could, dreamed he could, through the earth’s dust Ignoring the others, he went to the elephant, a touch frighten Leaving his safety to ask if perhaps he could heighten Over the trees to see what he wanted, a sight like no other- Veering down, the elephant grabbed him, careful not to smother Each face was full of smiles when the donkey’s want was quenched Yawning as the sun went down, in the elephant’s trunk clenched Others can make you smile, and happy, if so kindly pressed Unlikely, you think? I have made it my best quest.

(Additional note, read the first letter of each line, kiddo.)

[orleans-jester]

You ain’t Ghandi, Blondie

For Elsa

Watching life from your window might seem material Keeping yourself safe and pure and totally ethereal By your volition or another’s it doesn’t matter whether But where can you go when it’s to yourself you tether? Not a question that’s meant to be totally psychedelic But take a tale from this old, handsome relic Put aside my jokes and my sculptures and my jests And pay attention to this, my most wordy of quests So imagine this, a polar bear, alone up in the arctic And yeah, sometimes loneliness can be cathartic But what does that get ya, diminishing food? And no one wanting to help cause you’re scary and crude? Ever see one of those school shooters, always on their own Maybe if they had friends, those kids would be grown Letting people in is hard, I know, I’ve been afflicted But I think, like me, found yourself totally addicted To company, to love, and to new family revealed After you spent so long being tightly concealed What use is freedom if it’s unresponsive and squeezed When in a new habitat, you might just be pleased It’s scary at first, with new things, inexplicable But find yourself with old friends new, indivisible Let yourself be saved, you stupid blonde, I swear to Loa You’re sinking faster than the people who didn’t listen to Noah Go out, get fresh air, you’re safer out here than by yourself Where your thoughts get so loud you could kill oneself Trust in Flo, trust in River, trust in those that care Or you’ll get yourself killed, in that, I’d swear

[orleans-jester]

Show em what you’re about, Scout

My badass niece Scout, you should be much more conceited Cause you’ve got some awesomeness left very untreated You’re a complete master at changing your face Whether badass in leather or pretty in lace Even when you were knee high to me, so little There was nothing about you that was soft or brittle I don’t think I’ve told you this story since you were young But I was there when into this very earth you were brung I was holding your brothers, making sure their attention was buried In those stupid video game machines that they always carried Until the last moment when we all ran in mass And I was wearing a football costume like I just rolled in some grass Out you shot, into the room, amongst the rest of the airs And I grabbed your bloody self and admired your hairs Caught you just like a ball that had been heartily thrown And god what a pleasure to have seen you grown Into this super young lady with electricity blazing Watching how you never stopped being amazing There’s a story in here, it’s still my voice But I was reminiscing with some rejoice You’ve got the feathers of a goth peacock, that’s nothing new But what’s inside is more important, as I’m sure that you knew There’s gonna be people that notice the best flower in the garden And skip over the gold inside, without giving it pardon You can cover strong walls with the prettiest of wallpaper But it’s the sturdiness within that makes the skyscraper Whatever happens in New Zealand, whatever is next If someone only gives you their eye, make sure to leave them hexed Cause you’re so much more, you’re a badass inside And you can switch it all up like Jekyll to Hyde Make yourself some good friends, remain goal-driven And if they don’t give you their mind, then leave them unforgiven Out there in the new place, your kiwi home nation Those civilin’s don’t yet know about your scary reputation You’ve always been good at letting words roll off your back But without all your friends, I’m cutting you some slack In case you might feel like you’re unsure or stand out Leave them without the slightest bit of doubt Show them you’re more than the prettiest sight You have my blessing to knock em out, night night.

[orleans-jester]

Nothing doesn’t rhyme with Flotsam.

Hello my best friend, my American treasure I want you to know that I write this with pleasure Not that I know much of what you do with your days Maybe you just put your feet up and laze But it wouldn’t be me if I never advised Something that you probably already realized Now I’ve known you for a real long time Been through the good, the bad, and many a crime I’ve loved ya like a brother through every-damn-thing And for you, my scythe, would forever swing. I’ll get right to the point - it’s about your happiness And whether or not you’re going to find bliss. Cause I know how the negativity can come up creeping Up with a snap, even when you think it’s sleeping. Even when moving to a place thought so highly It has a way of sneaking in and being rather wily Damn if your pain hasn’t been respectable Even if you tried to fix it with the injectable No matter how far you might run or where you might go Your former misery might just try to show I know this sounds rough, like I’m playing bad cards I just want you to think while you’re crossing these yards I’ve known this for a long time, when we met, even before That depression is hard to shake, like warts from a whore Although the new venue and the move might assist The bad feelings are something that may persist But by all means, go through your Hobbiton and your trees And find solace in the warm winter’s breeze You deserve this Flo, you deserve the grand prize And all that comes with it, all the largest highs Be open with your husband, big arms, shaky voice Cause being with him has been your biggest and best choice Shacking up with Mr Laveau at your brand new chateau Has got you in a great state, this I do know I ain’t meaning to be a downer, nor any sorta nosy I want your life to be nothing but cozy But there’s gonna be times when it’s not so good When you gotta look inside yourself, as everyone should The man who finds discontent in one place might carry it on to another Ain’t nowhere perfect provided by this bitchy earth mother That’s all that’s been rattling up in the old brain So I spared myself the pain and decided to explain I hope I’m wrong, but that always depends Love you bro, you’ll always be the best of my friends.

[orleans-jester]

Always up to Scale, Dale

When I heard that you had been beat up and stabbed By a bunch of little boys, my heart had been grabbed Take that for all the love that it means I ain’t gonna hide it behind smoke screens And though this whole donkey thing had been unexpected Don’t ya worry, your badassery is still so respected Now I know this isn’t over and for revenge you’ll be reaching Can’t blame you at all, this isn’t me preaching I just ask that you don’t go alone, I’m addin a pretty please Cause even for you, I think this one’s a squeeze Even though in my mind, her aunt is still in question That little redhaired girl made quite the impression She might be able to burn the boys and their master into sinew A perfect addition to the team for the bloodshed to continue Going on your own in something like this would be a bust It’s through unity you’ll win this, and all of that trust As for anyone else, that Babyface boy is up for debate But he’s been doing his job too, at least as of late And as much as I know having an oldie around is a pain You know you’ve got my scythe, many it had slain To vengeance and judgment, this reaper isn’t saying goodbye Cause those boys and their master - they gotta die It’s shining steel will be a never ending fixture In the nightmares of which they’ve never had this mixture They might have the numbers but we have the urges To bring down a worldful of painful purges But we gotta do this not alone but with the rest That’s what I’m advising, and this isn’t a jest It’ll be through unity that our path will be straight And make our sweet victory even more great So let me know when you want to go in zooming And as a team we’ll go in, our wrath all consuming We’ll go in to those hoardes, make em all the thicker Til their blood stains the island like the cheapest of liquor Until they’re no more, and we’ll be standing there yelling Damn right, this is you bitch that we are quelling!!

[orleans-jester]

You make me glow, Kuzco

So there’s a bunch of rich men going up in rockets But I’ve got the stars kept in my back pockets So a trip up to space isn’t at all necessary Not when I’ve got the man I love to marry The one who caught my heart so fast And caused so many fantasies to have massed From kissing on ferris wheels at the autumn fair To you smacking my ass when I’m not aware Crashing into my life with your engines roaring Helping me conquer my fears in the air while we’re soaring Across different international lines and borders Disobeying all of those direct orders Which lead us to this place where we lounge and we blaze And I’m never very far from your lustful gaze Always having you on my lap or somewhere just as near While looking up at the sky and enjoying a beer With your guitar, you always have me moved Somewhere close to tears whenever you grooved And oh mon dieu, you gave me the greatest baby The best in the whole world, definitely, not maybe Our lives together has been such a wonder And I’ll thank God for that til I’m six feet under For all of the times, both rocky and steady But throughout it all, we’ve always been ready Whether up our asses we stuck a four leaf clover Or our luck seemed pretty much over I’ll never look back at our lives together with grudging I already go through each moment and silently judging The merits of each day and every single night And know that everything is going to be alright Kuzco, our story is my favorite to reread I hoard all of our memories with the greatest of greed I’ll love you til the end of time my husband, mon amour Whether poor in a tent or in a house of grandeur New Orleans, Paris or the mountains of Peru; As long as I’m with you, I’ll never be blue.

[orleans-jester]

Pay attention to your drummer, Summer

As a werewolf, damn girl, you sure have slain A lot of the people who have brought you pain Gotten over that part of you that was sweet as honey And turned into someone actually kinda funny It was more so born out of necessity however, But the fact that you adapted is really quite clever. You’ve still got a way to go, you blonde halfblood Cause sometimes I see those gates will still flood And I gotta tell ya, patience is running thin Gotta build up those callouses, get thicker skin You know I don’t like the ice queen but she’s got some chill You could pick up a thing or two about that skill Because when you go up to these people, face all a beaming You really should be turning and screaming Because out of all these people, whose gonna open when you come knocking Or because of your face, are they just all flocking? How many of them talk to you because of lust Versus how many of them could you really trust? I get what it’s like to want to be a part Of something that heals a space in your heart But life isn’t about overdrinking or about the thirst It’s about staying in the middle, satisfying first. As much as we wish, life isn’t giddy and pink And chances are, at some point, you’ll sink Who out of your friends will care about your feelings Or will they only care about your smiley dealings? Think about the ones who will be there after the full moon night Rather than the ones who tell you you’ll be alright Which ones would protect you if you needed a squat And which ones just take whatever you have brought? Popularity is fun, that’s more than fair enough But it’s better to have friends made of the right stuff Don’t have to be rude, just call it - lukewarm That’ll be the way to stay in proper form Fuck all the people who leave you guessing (not literally please that’s distressing) But keep those around that are a real blessing.

[orleans-jester]

You always deliver, River

River, Oh River, the coolest guy in town Scratch that, the coolest in the whole world around Such a natural at each and every thing Well, maybe his only flaw is that he cannot sing But that’s alright, my own voice is a complete wonder And he does many other things that could put me under Such as this thing that he does, this very special knack That he has for loading trouble right onto his back Take that pretty girl of his, the one for whom he’d kill Any motherfucker who would try to bully her still And as he enjoys the after-war, the kissing spoils The relationship between family painfully coils As happy as they are, it’s never easy to watch When your parents move on, and live life topnotch Having gone away and left all but one heir Because of a complicated and messy love affair And now this cool kid’s life is lacking direction Doing whatever he can to keep the source of his erection While staying true to the father who raised those three boys Going as far as to cut out the source of visual noise With the strength and determination of a whole army ... Don’t you think that’s a little bit barmy? Ya know that I love you more than life itself So I’ll try to give you advice that I’ve taken myself I know that your head is going around and round And that you’re finding yourself so tightly wound You think you’ve been good, you’ve been more than a pliant But Mister, your inner dilemma is just so giant Both of these paths are strong and have lead to erosion And both of them lead to a change, an explosion But by trying to walk in the middle, you’re bringing nothing but pain And I can see of your spirit, this is beginning to drain You’re staying in between and watching all of these events But of the joy, you’re only taking in the smallest segments And not getting the full experience, remaining half fulfilled Well, frankly son, you might as well have been killed By trying to please both, you’re really loyal to neither So I suggest you take a hypothetical breather Don’t be Kate Bush and keep running up that hill Take a step back, decide which role you want to fill That of the husband, Mr Wolf, going forth Or that of the son, the heir henceforth Don’t let your decision be swayed by a brother It needs to be made by you, and no other Think over your options, don’t go overlooking Cause those wheels are turning quickly, your brain is cooking I can smell it from here, all of that smoke Despite being a vampire, I think you might croak.