One of Those Spells

Poem ... One of Those Spells

We rush on To uncertainty
Filling our time with unnecessity
Do we know where we go
Pretense that we show

There is no beginning
Nor is there an end
This stuff we make up
Part of pretend

We turn on the tube
To know how to live
What to consume
And to whom to give

And what does it matter
The things that they say
What did we learn
To fill in the day

What did we learn here
Where knowledge excels
Not a damn thing
Having one of those spells

Dark Poems
Rising Rabid Poet