Can take a serious toll
On your entire being
Especially your soul
Even your levels of cholesterol
By trying so hard to control
the whole damn show
And show the entire
World that we are worthy of being whole
We are all fighting for the title role
In the elusive game of whack a mole!
So exhausted are we..
That we only have energy left to scroll
It’s like were all living a life long parole
Disappearing every night into our own console
With a glass or goblet of gnole
Then the next morning..
Out of bed we roll
Needing yet another paracetemol
Heading off to work or ecole
Living a life of dictated protocol
If I were to take a poll?
would everyone be ok with this Rigamarole?
Blindly maneuvering towards societies declared end goal?
So much to grieve so much to condole
Do we need an esacape ladder
Or rather an escape pole
It might take a meteoric shift in order to cajole
Our egos from wanting to colonize the north and South Pole
Let’s do more than looking swole
And spreading more and more vitriole
And sharing-offering more than an occasional eye roll
We need to step out of our individual and collective shit hole
We must dare to be like the tadpole
Swim upstream show some camole
Maybe we could finally tackle the issue of gun control?
Then we can sit together on the porch and share a glass of aperol
And maybe even share a profiterole
Ducit Amore 