WASN'T THAT A TIME

we live in an absurd world


wherever righteousness and

personal responsibility

are jokes for would-be comedians

and celebrities of any imagined distinction


damnable like nobodies who think

some earthly fame is confers some distinction

on their common lives

and they find an audience among the rest of their tribe


equally vacuous and equally hunger

to be remembered (though the cycle will churn on

and they will be forgotten except among

fanatics who shared their brief time)


absurd? of course? common? without a doubt


but these sad ones are the bulk of humanity

those who want things without doing

who want to be blessed for being their own creations


and will be nothing but fads remembered

by the declining number of their tribe...

I personally am sorry I won't be around

to see their children mock them


themselves seeking their limited eternity

in the fisheye portrait of desperation

we call style and fame and "the way it was for us..."





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