Maurice Sendak Is My New Spirit Animal

The night Gwyneth wore her Gucci Wolf Suit
and made mischief of one kind and another
the Internet called her “WILD SELF-IMPORTANT THING”!
and Gwyneth said “I’ll eat you up with herbs from my hydroponic and awesomely expensive garden!”
So she was sent to bed without eating anything (which she secretly enjoyed).
That very night, in Gwyneth’s room, her ego forest grew…and grew…AND GREW!
Until her ceiling hung with uppity vines.
And the walls became the world all around
And an ocean tumbled by with a private luxury boat for Gwyneth.
And she sailed off through night and day.
And in and out of weeks
And almost over a year, causing her to miss several cameos on Glee,
to where the WILD SELF-IMPORTANT THINGS ARE!
And when she came to the place where the Wild Self-Important Things are,
They sneered their smarmy sneers!
And gnashed their surgically altered teeth!
And rolled their made over eyes!
And showed their finely manicured claws!
Till Gwyneth said, “Be still or whatever!”
And tamed them with the magic trick of staring vapidly into all of their hollow eyes without blinking (or thinking) once.
And they were frightened and called her the most wild self-important thing of all!
And made her Queen of all Wild Self-Important Things!
And “Now!”, cried Gwyneth, “Let the Wild Pompous start!”
“Now stop!”, Gwyneth said, and sent the Wild Self-Important things off to bed without any more helpful tips on how to live their lives from her.
And Gwyneth, the queen of all Wild Self-Important Things, was lonely and wanted to be where everyone followed all of her advice without question.
Then all around, from far away across the world
She smelled good things to eat, which meant she must have been the one that made them
So she gave up being Queen of where the Wild Self-Important Things are
But the Wild Self Important things cried, “Oh please don’t go! We’ll eat you up, we love you so!”
And Gwyneth said…”No.”
The Wild Self-Important Things gasped their incredulous gasps! 
And gnashed their freshly bleached teeth.
And rolled their expensive eyes.
And showed their unspeakably pricey claws!
But Gwyneth, stepped into her private boat and waved goodbye.
And sailed back, over a year, and in and out of weeks, and through a day,
And into the night of her very own room.
Where she found her Twitter followers waiting for her.
And they were still helpless without her.

“He’s dead, that’s what’s nice about him.”  *ZING*

Did any of you hear his interview on NPR’s Fresh Air?  It was heartbreaking. I was aware of this man but barely but this interview brought me to tears.