Like the embarrassment of a fall, downward, head over feet.
Like the hailstones from heaven in a harsh summer storm,
Like the buzz from a beehive, how mighty the swarm.
My life dips and dives, my imbalance thrives,
No one gets out of this morass alive,
Just yesterday I took a tumble while sitting in a chair,
Leaning over to rescue a crumb from the floor,
You can bet you won't see me do that anymore.
All I got for my trouble a sweet suite of bruises,
Lining up down my calf, cavalcade of contusions.
It all crashes down, like a song poorly sung,
Like a fall from a ladder, the uppermost rung.
Like the wind from a twister, that batters and blisters.
A savage tsunami this way it comes,
Beating iis slow cacophonous drums.
That splinters and shatters the slow black of night,
Filled with resentment and spitting up spite.
Over the vastness of time and of space,
Bitterness filling its sad ugly face.
Like Musk with his chainsaw leaves life in tatters
Your job is demolished, your sanity scatters,
Nothing is sacred and nothing much matters.
Like Trump with his tariffs ruins the day,
With the click of a keyboard does away with free trade,
Threatens immigration and settling old scores,
The terror of ICE agents beatiing down doors.
Life it bears a heavy cost, and he who hesitates is lost.
It's hard to rise and stay around, when it all comes crashing down.
-Bruce Potts
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