A flaky transport
This is our real life
Not some novelty sport
Skip the hate
We all are short of time
Short in time
Shot of time
Fuel the infected pin
Before it’s pulled out
This untamed hatred
Fuels a special hate
With an entry ban
On the people who’s historical plans
Have made this great land
Lame accusations
All across the barren nation
Divided bittersweet segmentation
Flaky
Disturbing
The trust I feel eroding
While the claimed is exploding
Without knowing
The unending revolver of dislodged theories
A cent for hate
While the talking heads are irrate
It’s getting late in here
Sleep and take it away
Wiretaps
Shooting in the pool
Trying to catch the cool water
Catching what is not really there
It was once but is now everywhere
Once a river
Now only a stream
We had better push harder
Than it might not be a false starter
Recuse is in the news
Withdraw all efforts
Corruption is now the norm
Normal abnormal
Still disturbing
Russian hackers
Making names for old politicians
No clarity from the top
No direct vision
All the while corners are being
“Turned”
New tones are being drawn
All the while I lay back and yawn
Is this over yet
Are we back in campaign season
Or are we waiting to go back in session
Is there a limit to wrong
At some point is it all gone
The ability to screw things up
Over and over again and again
Writer repeat send
How many letters do we need to not have
To read anymore
How long can it all go wrong
A day
A year
Eternity
Affirm me
Please that is not a possibility
Impossible
But possibly
I guess it could go on eternally
I will wait
And see
Back on the road
48 hours in tow
Here we go
Another long haul
From the nights of deserts moons
To the Gypsies of Boulder
We will roll on down the highway
Tour
Perform
And do it again
What’s the news
News new about the blues
All around the doom and gloom
I guess it was coming
Whether it be now
Or sometime soon
I hope there is a better narrative offered
How can any feelings be not fraught with anxiety
Highly toxic situations playing out on TV
Grieving hard to find solutions
Not all caught in one place
Somehow I am out of place
Out of sync with the human race
If these fingers could type
A million words a minute
Would my mod outpace the pace
Of my hands
Or my hands outpace the mind
In full times the mind grows
In fruitless times the mind wanders
So I am spending hours wondering
At what rate will my hands outpace my mind
Whole intentions
Viewer retention
I have lost my connection
To popular direction
So I sit with pen in hand
Coffee at side
Seems this detour was more than
A simple joy ride
Roses and palm trees
Laced with every temptation
How could we resist
A simple will of gratification
Stand and sit
Sleep and rest
So it again
Resilience is our test
Could we have known
That cobwebs would stretch
Over our path
Blocking our view
This is where we are at now
And no one knew
