Word Salad refers to a phrase

of writings while done in a daze

by tortured souls on vacation

from reality’s stagnation.

Besides, it’s ever so fun

to let one’s ink pen run

–or e’en allow one’s own mouth

to spit out these words uncouth.

So from the loony bin atop the hill,

here’s my midnight rantings spill:

Let’s see–now I’ve said it, what’ll I do?

In tune with trends in our nation

I’ll usurp truth’s validation

and tell you I’m fine and losing weight.

Funny, I wasn’t religious til I seen

the Anti-Christ on the golf course green.

I’m scared to turn on the teevee for fear

I’ll see me on there, shedding a tear.

Their algorithm aimed at all,

like a well-aimed bowling ball.

Now suspicious of my  Facebook Friend,

perhaps this year will see the end.

Hope not.  Where there’s a lucid will

there’s a way, they say….Much more

fun not to have to rhyme, they also say.

Had a nightmare. I heard Trump say

“Tis the morning of Aquarius!”  I know

what that means….Not.