Script of the video
Little Bastard
A child is running
On the beach
A run-of-the-mill kid
Out sized light bulb head
Bouncing on a spindly neck
Shirtless shoeless short pants’d
Running looks so easy
When he does it
A facile thing
One of millions of things
He finds easy
Running
A child is just running
The sky is a squinting bright gray
A gull glides unnoticed overhead
Its call cryptic and forlorn
The sea…The sea rolls either
In or out with its
Perpetual motion monotony
Sounding a never
Completed complaint.
But look now-
Like an old man might
Suddenly fart or drop dead-
The little bastard
Runs in a giddy
joyful circle
I envy him his joy
I fart
I do not drop dead
It is a joy
Of sorts.
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