The random
In the mundane
The frustrating
Profane
Jump through these hoops
Sell your soul for a dollar
Your body will commit
Your mind will holler
What is the ends
To a road that bends
From end to end
These questions triangulate
For surveying eyes
My plan in a Trojan horse
Disguise
I surmise
That there is an offer on the table
Give up pursuits for pleasure
Money the real yardstick measure
Unworthy parasites
Living life through condemning eyes
I can not let the peanut galleries
Hopeless ensue
A wobbly table they set their lives on
I must admit
I think they
We’re wrong