Day 13218

Fool's Gold



Too many irons, not enough fire,

Not enough truth, too many liars.

Heavenly bodies spinning up even higher,

Gravity’s just a word for desire.


Can you imagine?

Can you relate?

How are you being?

How do you rate?

What is the madder?

Can I cheat fate?

How do you know

when to shit or cut bait?


Too much decay, not enough rot.

Not enough thinking, way too much thought.

Follow or lead? Are you simple or what?

Why don’t we fish… or get off the pot.