the fall is here and I feel as if
I copypaste my words
my list is on repeat not shuffle
as I snuffle along on my barely treaded path
and I do dreaded math:
what to drop, what to hold on to
what tune to sing to;
Claire de lune or the horizontal Fundango,
give me death or give me tango
give me cocaine or tangerines
go off on a tangent or stay on course
look for godot or lack a horse
search for tracks or blindly run the course
try to speak or stick to morse
(dot dot dot dash dash dash dot dot dot)
fight the power or just endorse
stay silent and meek
not check for facts on wikileaks
bad to my bones
and tired to my marrow
a scarecrow scared that my brain is missing a straw or two
I grasp at the last one and ask you:
What's one lonely badger in heat to do?
What´s a poet without a beat to do?
What´s a what wondering why to do?

that´s all just individually

internationally we´re up a thousand excremental creeks
my fellow environMental freaks chant of ozone
and the lack of it like lackwits licking flaccid dicks
we rant and groan like Scrooge or Krueger
but no emissionomission in sight as the far right
denies it like a kid eating a booger
( - nu-uh I didn´t)
and the far left cries foul and acts like three Stooges
there´s no reason and little rhyme
there´s treason and a lot of mimes
the sign of the times says:
STOP but analphabetically
we just POST virtually as we drink our coffe and tea
a lot of talk but little listening
unless it´s listening in on
critical conversations
there´s condescending condensing of information
there´s a consensus of "Us, not Them"
and I just want to stay in my den
a badgered badger
a bothered poet who won´t be bothered
an unheard who
I´ll just sleep and pretend to
forget everything
I´ll sleep and hope that it will all be better
come spring
that it´ll all be better
come spring