• A ruddy mental hole,
    Where we battle giant towers.
    To bark as loud as the mouse,
    to sit as still as flowers.
    A glittering ride to the moon,
    a pit stop in little Reno.
    A trunk full of etiquette,
    slowing our El Camino.
    Vitamin A cranked over B,
    haven doves over Boston.
    To fall into our little pit,
    a maze that we’re all lost in.
    I’ll find your key if you reverse the lock
    vice sentries under watch.
    Yesterday is tomorrow’s hero,
    just hack another notch.
    Fester as we sit and wait,
    chirping tires in the lane,
    as we sit in our mental shed,
    claiming we’re all sane..