No one to left stand or rise up high,
To shout above the backroom bargaining
Bewitching so many while switching off
Sanity’s night light next to baby’s crib.
Avoiding the breakdown. Chasing a shakedown
Between double takes. What’s at stake?
We’ve let belittling become life’s new norm
While crowning bombastic pretenders of reality.
What a mouthful, and I should know. I said it.
Too much piled too high? Plate too full? Wait.
Open wide, grab a funnel, and shovel it in.
It’s the easiest way to swallow that bitter pill.
Just another throw-down thrill ride to nowhere
As the scenery blisteringly blurs by. Unaware us.
Decade after decade we die and decay, slowly,
Instead of righteously ripping the Band-aid off.
© Brandewulf 2018