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.