A
cartoon safe fell on my head
It
hurt like an imaginary Hell
I
had it coming of course
Nothing
like karma scorned
Wonder
if John Lennon being such a fucking prick
Had
anything to do with his undeniable genius
I’m
guessing not and he was just another one of those
Entitled
son of a bitches who believes the world owes them something
Weird
how too often those spraying out so much sunshine
Are
raging inside like a monster machine wiping out the little guy
By
continually taking snide, cruel swipes at their Walter Mitty souls
Look
I don’t care if you wrote “Imagine” there’s still no excuse for terrorizing everyone
around you with such formidable calculation like another Svengali serial killer
It’s
time to call it quits or maybe it’s not I don’t really know
Just
about when I was ready to throw in the towel life reminded me I might actually
have a few good years left
I
allow depression to cripple me like Tiny Tim in “A Christmas Carol”, but what I
keep forgetting is he made the best out of what he was given until pushed into
the stove at the end of the novella and used for "God bless us, every
one!" kindling
The
Acme Corporation called and they want all of their foolproof products back
Of
course nothing in those cartoons quite came off like it should have or did it?
Perhaps
the inevitable failure of another Wile E. Coyote scheme is all any of us have
to look forward to as we breathe in duplicitous debris and breathe out clouds
of Calamity Jane calamity
Charles Cicirella
9/10/17
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