A work in progress…


I sez, “What writing on the wall have you been reading lately? I want to compare notes…”

I have a suspicion ’tis all, cuz these days I can’t wrap my mind around what I comprehend. Things have been more than strange. I feel unsettled. “Everything’s gone bat crap crazy,” I sez, if you know what I mean. (I don’t think you’re listening.)

Have you seen it too? Heard it. Felt it. Smelled it in the wind. Tasted something not right. Something off. Spoiled. Rotten. Or am I just imagining things? Gone awry. Running scared. Jumping at shadows. My tinfoil hat has seen better days…’tis a bit askew. I’ve worn it a lot in various ways…trying for a better signal… cuz I’m seeing ghosts in the machine…have been for ages, but didn’t want to admit it. Maybe I’m growing old before my time, cuz I’ve seen too much. Most likely, I’m wise beyond my years…cuz I feel too much.

“’tis time to go home,” I sez. Batten down the hatches. Protect your own. Of late, I sez to you (joking of course) “Other people are Hell.” That’s the sad part…it shouldn’t be that way…but it is. (For reasons unbeknownst to you…apparently.) It’s time for me to step out of the way…’n duck. I’m not going to stop your face-first plunge into the cat box if that’s what you want to do…I sez, “Not my monkeys, not my circus.” I  am going to be okay, but you, with your head up your ass, misreading the wall, be screwed.


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