Morning Glory

Day rises as always…who knew?

Now that we’re here, what do we do?

We do what we do with the sun overhead.

We do what we do until we are dead.

(Buddhist Seuss)

But, let’s not talk about that now.

Let’s avoid the truth as long as we can,

Democrats do…let’s be like them just kidding.

What else is new?

Have we reached Mars yet? 

Have we conquered the debt?

Why ask why?

Either way it comes out the same,

the Homosap finger-painting progress 

and success…we were never given an

operating manual, but maybe our creators

just wanted to see what we’d do…then,

when the Sap got the A bomb, they began

to reconsider. 

Have you heard the alien theory before?

Was it just something else to ignore?

When the truth stands naked at your door

will you think it’s Avon calling or the DEA?

These are just words, ours are just lives,

honey on a razor’s edge.

You’re probably pissed because you thought

this was going to be a poem.