Homunculi

Very small, in spite of our generation...

all of us make up a made up nation...

living in a desecration

homo sap prancing mind dance

reeling with the oldies

same as it ever was

nothing new nothing new.

Nothing knew, but then forgot...

a double take confusion ever since

trying to figure it out in "no spin zone"

words melt into flapping lips flaming zip.

The Sixties were a warning last laugh...

if you'd paid attention, you'd be home by now.

Never mind the  lifetime lost; your heart is

somewhere, just not in the right place.