"The little lame balloon man
Has given up on whistling.
It is his brain gone
Addled and saddled
He straddles virtue
And rides her into the ground.
“bettyandisabel" hop with their scotch
While “eddieandbill” have lost their marbles.
Peeking over the hedge funds
We seek each other as opportunity
Making piracy our way of life.
The Celebrity Actors applaud us
For our thoughtless performance watching.
Climate’s curtain, out of control,
Lowers itself day by dismal day.
The abyss covers its eyes.
Summer seeks shelter from the sun
And winter sends snow storms
Into just spring.
No longer luscious,
All its promise has turned to mud.
The weather or not man
Looks at the color of his nails while
He draws maps of pretense
And past tense.
All the lame brained
Goat like governors
Goad each other into the helpless, carelessness
Of their gated communities.
Out. At what remains.