Rock and roll is here to stay
Join Bing in a Gang Song Sing Along in September, 1961

Try to remember that kind of September.

Now, waken in March, 2020.
Look around

This is the future of then.

You broke her into a thousand pieces
So you could find your missing one.

Anxiety feels like I’m not the real me.
The real me is locked in a cage
And I don’t have the key.

Thinking is a blessing and a curse.
As humans we jump to conclusions and can assume the worst.

Do I look ok? Is she my friend?
I know I’m driving him over the bend.

Do you think giraffes worry, as humans do?
Is my neck too long? Is my tongue too blue?

I guess they just eat their leaves and do what they can.
It is a strange thing being a human.

In each line, there’s a meaning,
Each word, a hidden truth.
There’s a life of pain and here lies the proof.

There will be storms that we will overcome.
For it is often said, a river will find its way back to an ocean.

Two Weeks’ Work
Every Public Agency
Together,

And Today,
Everything’s Different:
We’re Locked Down.

Government,
Where Were You for Fifty Weeks,
All Year Long?

November,
Election Day is Coming:
Remember!

©21Mar20 @DracoTalpus #haiku #skinnyHaiku