it is nine AM and the spam callers have started intruding into my life that has been uncharted empathy, everyone has to make a living sympathy, it is my part to be forgiving
enjoying chaos, loving the tempest in the tea cup I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up the backward brain cannot make up its mind to God we are all just one of a kind
time will move on, with or without me a drifting raft in the middle of a large sea envious of those who own a motor debating my impact as a one in a million voter
is there a subliminal meaning to any of this drivel something to do with my head being mounted on a swivel rumbling, mumbling, stumbling, through one day at a time can perverse thinking be a punishable crime
pardon me but I am just having some fun trying not to get caught while being on the run
April showers brings May pollen
the early worm evades the robin
nature both gives and takes away
man gifted by a beautiful bouquet
can we ruin it all with plastic pollution
are there consequences for fooling evolution
when man has expired there will be no more time
there will be no winners to punish the crime
hopefully we’ll find where the soul resides
nature will overcome those pesticides
the philosophers will discover what it is
everyone will know all of the answers to all of the quizzes
chortle, love, do the next right thing
pray, prepare to welcome another spring
ME and the Boss Poetry 