The Sickening
Disease ravages –
my weakened self falters, though
hot soup defends me.
Disease ravages –
my weakened self falters, though
hot soup defends me.
Every new puzzle
taunts me with its novelty
before boring me.
This doesn’t make sense
for the French ride with the dawn
towards bolts unknown.
My old addiction
wraps me around its finger
and I fall, yielding.
While the music plays
its rich and baritone notes
life is a grand thing.
Then “without warning”
the music suddenly stops
and we all fall down.
One Bacon Deluxe
and nacho fries value meal.
And super-size it!
“Who are you today?”
“I’m doing quite well, thank you.”
“No, no – not how, who?”
Rain during sunshine?!
What will this weather do next –
thunder while snowing?!?!
Sometimes the clouds part
revealing such moments that
even the gods weep.
Demons’ sky-crossing
for the fox’s wedding while
crying joyous tears.