Post by AquarianM on Aug 25, 2011 3:49:26 GMT -5
Fever Pitch...
They've got us running ragged,
Never a moment of peace,
For every hole in the boat we patch,
They can power-drill two more,
Like Hydra on steroids,
The beast wields whips and chains of evil green,
Pulling us in so many directions,
Like blood-red taffy at the circus,
Clowns afire and trying to dance it out,
The clock keeps ticking,
Tick, tick,tick,tick,tic - freaking TOC,
Dammit,
Or get off the pot,
The Masters of Reality are all old coke fiends,
And I could use a million yards of bubble wrap to pop,
Or far better,
A bed in which to plop.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 08/25/2011
Author's Note:
From politics and global economics and environment to personal economics, it seems that there's no rest and no relief for the exhausted. I now pull my strength from the very ether, and yeah, it makes my life look like a bad comic book opera. The problem is, it makes EVERYONE ELSE'S, too. Gawd, what a tough era we've arrived in.
They've got us running ragged,
Never a moment of peace,
For every hole in the boat we patch,
They can power-drill two more,
Like Hydra on steroids,
The beast wields whips and chains of evil green,
Pulling us in so many directions,
Like blood-red taffy at the circus,
Clowns afire and trying to dance it out,
The clock keeps ticking,
Tick, tick,tick,tick,tic - freaking TOC,
Dammit,
Or get off the pot,
The Masters of Reality are all old coke fiends,
And I could use a million yards of bubble wrap to pop,
Or far better,
A bed in which to plop.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 08/25/2011
Author's Note:
From politics and global economics and environment to personal economics, it seems that there's no rest and no relief for the exhausted. I now pull my strength from the very ether, and yeah, it makes my life look like a bad comic book opera. The problem is, it makes EVERYONE ELSE'S, too. Gawd, what a tough era we've arrived in.