So what is today about

When tomorrow is threatened by doubt

When all yesterdays

Blend into just another day

The seasons pass without reason

And hope and dreams die in decay..,

Delayed..,

With missing-minds about to implode

But not until after the next episode..,

Watch pleasing colors all turn to gray -

Shadowed behind the guarantee of a stunning display

And a finale with nothing left to say – next season promises

To be the same way - borrowed - while much more risqué.

Comedy of Errors complete - no relief

Shakespeare soap opera running at quarter beat

Trapped by time; turn to crime

Sponsored by a wanna-be has-been on his last dime.

But coming-soon - all in all - will be a real treat

Only to find that it’s - after all - just a repeat

Ad-ridden over-hyping an expensive retreat

Diamond-seat commode that shit’ll never grow old

Maybe find god - last call - in the penthouse suite..,


Be real neat..,

Like winning gold - hitting the mother lode;

But the market is saturated - lust infatuated

Goes into overload; shit gets swallowed;

Like doomsday delivering a bouquet;

Lucifer on holiday still to betray.

Cruise ship get-away off to dried-up Moral Bay

But then that’s just a gateway teasing an escape

To a better day.

Anyway..,


They say it’s all just a dream

But it's getting too damn extreme

While torment paints the scene

All kinda horror in 3D -

Disturbing the mind

Desperate for a sign

That remains unseen -

Thought clandestine..,

So what is today about

When tomorrow is threatened by doubt

When all yesterdays

Blend into just another day

The seasons pass without reason

And hope and dreams die in decay..,