we were playing by the kiddie lot and comet's ball went in. i go in and don't see it. at first no one looks and then i ask and a fellow points it out. i say thank you. he says even though you are violating the leash law having your dogs off leash. i say you can't have dogs on the leash all the time, that's just asinine. he says, see ya. i say, see ya, see ya, see ya. it seems something should follow but i draw a blank so i just mutter imprecations and lazily toss some more balls then we make a circuit around the park, and i say on the way out, see ya, out of earshot, and then we get home and i say to the pointers, we gotta make some pictures, no dumb jingle bell collars... let us see... let's do the guitar heroes again, cause rock n' roll means freedom. our lives were saved by rock 'n roll. and then it pops into my head and i finish the sing-song the prim and proper fellow started in the playground, see ya, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya. and now i feel the sense of eternal return, the circle of life of deep three-chord harmony. and i'm here to tell you, no matter what the cretins say, you may forever be too young to die, but you are never too old to rock 'n roll.