Sappy accidents aside
why not be silly?
Nothing makes sense anyway?
Up is down and down is up
until you’re down and out
of the loop.
You’ve missed the scoop!
The one with extra sprinkles.
So now you stoop
to pick up the  ****
cause you're the group
that’s in the soup.
For pity sake let them eat cake
or ****, cause this is all fake
news is blues and while we snooze
cheers turn to boos
and so we lose the thread
to the ties that bind us
In a bind that says
we’re bound for glory.
And though that story is somewhat hoary
It’s not the allegory we were looking for
Mr. Goodbar can attest to that.
Nobody owns life
but anyone who can pick up a frying pan
owns death.


© 2018 Robert C. Leung