within my humble situation
I’ve a lack of inspiration
and for without which, it’s impossible
to peak my motivation
though I may not be inspired
in this early morn I’m wired
my antics and shenanigans
have left me all but tired
I know it’s in my face
and this “thing” I need not chase
for it plods right on along with me
here and there and everyplace
but I cannot seem to realize,
surmise,
nor act accordingly to a SURprise
I sit and laugh and chastise
all along with all the bar flies
all of those who might be un-wise
where the color, shape, and size rise
far above to what for real applies
in what I somehow trivialize
with my own eyes:
blurred with tries, and lies
and rationalized buys
of things I’ve no need for
of books I won’t bleed for
of a hunger I won’t feed for
of gold I have greed for
of a war I won’t lead for
of laws I won’t heed nor
would vote for
