REALITY

we drag our sorry asses

through mundane life and times

of those most outrageous

TV reality shows; our minds

turning to mush: certain to

be in next load of crap we

deposit in our next poop run.

yes, an eccentric old man, am I.

make not qualms about it.

at times all said and done,

nothing much to attest.

what is, is, to ever be such.

this old dilapidate brain,

about run its course, of course.

prospects vague; indistinct

details of. location immaterial

at this stage of game. Poet

came up lame. oh, so, rabbit,

move along now. 

be gone with you

poet needs rest and vitamins. 

optimist, pessimist, same horse, different direction.

not to insinuate, but his

attempt at humor fell flat,

leading to conjure up

some revenge by those

humorless, soulless morons

facing debouched court

of inquiry, searching for

heads to slice and dice.

announcing nothing.

promising nothing; so be it.

poet came up lame-brain;

storm raging inside poet's head.

so be it.