I went for a coffee, pen and cigarette
Achieved all but the pen
Emitting pixeled light I sit at my computer once again

Social media intoxicated
to the point of forced regurgitation
I sigh

All the wrongs are posted
made to be right by the book
All the rights are blasted
made to be the crook

Pendulum swings

2020 year of the rat
as we all COVID are egos become fat
heavy with lust
solid in greed

left to our demise
on the great wheel of cheese

Some look to fix
most instigate
2020 Opened Hells Gates

I am not Nostradamus nor
do i claim Quatrain VI

But a Happy Heretic
You keep on a tight leash

Losing teeth and sleep
chewing thru leather
fueled on anti-psychotics I weep

I am constant and do not live in fear
My birthright will shine
Heaven shall appear

For those who fight for good
Go in peace

those that challenge the throne
you soul to never cease

God as my captain just a day in advance
Saturday's all right for fighting