The Obvious

The Obvious

Is it real?
It seems so
A direction I choose
Should I decide to go

There are perils
Should I say no?
The truth is obvious
If I'm a noshow

So away I go
A direction I intuit
A direction I trust
As I move to it

Rabid Poet

Our Wins

Our Wins

Cracks in the sidewalks
Where we once walked
Vines growing up buildings
Where we once talked

Didn't see it coming
All occupied with wins
We will be saved
Forgiven of our sins

Vines hiding building windows
Rats scurry through open doors
And street cracks filled
With weeds
In front of long closed stores

Rabid Poet

Rules

Rules

Rules are for fools
Basking in their pools
Stimulus here and there
Don't need 'em, don't care

Wear those masks today!
Why? We want to play
No-Wear is our right
Let others take the fight

We like to gather
In social lather
Covid will disappear
Big time sports is near

Rabid Poet

You are Are With Us Now

"You Are With Us Now"

In the darkness it glows
Informing us of our woes
"Come to me"  shows the small screen
"and join this virtual machine"

Those I knew are gone
Replaced with a virtual phone
New friends so they say
"you are in a better way"

"I'm not so sure" I feel
"This seems so unreal"
The small screen blasts a vow
"you are with us now"

Rabid Poet

Darkness

Darkness

In the Darkness I belong
Seeking that for which I long
Away from light streaming
Away from those demeaning
Away from what is wrong

The line grows by the day
Those seeking a better way
Into the Darkness they go
With seeds they will sew
Singing songs about a better way

The Darkness becomes a new friend
A message they can send
Leaving behind delusions
And others with confusions
For a way they can depend

Rabid Poet

Placebo

Placebo

Which way to go?
Real or Placebo?
Claims of this and that
Tippy tapping, tipping the hat

Soon results will be in
What's good and what's sin
How to know
Was it a Placebo?

When is test to be
Given to you or me
How am I to know
Real or a Placebo?

Rabid Poet

No Matter

No Matter

No matter what they say
I can't go their way
Storm clouds are growing
Plastic wastes are flowing
And they claim a better day

Where are we going?
Without any knowing
Keep on spending
Limits never ending
With consequenses now showing

No matter what I think
As life quality continues to sink
We make up money
They see warnings as funny
Life to be gone in a blink

Rabid Poet

Do We Really Care?

Do We Really Care?

Do we really care
What goes into the air
As long as we can drive
And pretend to thrive

Do we really care
What things become trash
The piles continue to grow
And we continue our Show

Do we really care
While extinctions grow
They try to hide
In places we don't go

Our plans for Mars
And travel to the stars
Seem distant now
As some ancient vow

Do we really care
What will be, will be
As the TV goes dark
Our remains wash to the Sea

Rabid Poet

Irish Jig

Irish Jig

Fat man with a dog
Trying to cross a log
Doing an Irish Jig
Grunting like s pig

Will he reach the other side
Showing his Irish pride
Or take the dance too fast
For he and dog to last

It was a sight To see
The fall sure to be
But he gave it his all
To the other side before the fall

Rabid Poet