Not In The Mood

I’m not in the mood 

for the end of the world…

don’t crave revolution

against the global cartel

at this devolution.

I’m not in the mood for love

attached by a string,

not in the mood

for so many things:

for transgender penises…

for certainty thoughts; sought

and bought by masses…

for all the crap sold in malls,

for the refuse on T.V..

for social engineering,

climate change,

the UFO debate,

the first amendment debate,

the second amendment debate,

the debate about borders,

the debate about abortion:

all the damned debates.

You only talk so much because 

you’re nervous...

I’d rather look out the window

at trees.

I prefer the company of clowns

and comedians; sailors of the sea

of the soul…musicians who know,

artists who’d rather paint than think.

We live in disaster, and not all those

walking around are survivors,

so,

wake up,
cheer up,

and get back to your senses:

it's back to the senses...
back to the senses now...
now senses the to back...

because the alternative is senseless.