scratches, screeches, soothes, fringe, image, sighs, locks, shiny, rises, swarm, ghoulish, night
I ignored all of them.
Poets & Storytellers invited us to write about the moon
I ignored that too.
What a Wonderful(ly Cynical) World.
With apologies to Louis Armstrong.
I see trees of green, red roses too
But trees can also be red and silver and gold
In Texas the roses are yellow, or so I’m told.
I see them bloom for me and you
Well, technically they bloom to attract pollenators
Birds, bees, and insects. Curiously not alligators.
And I think to myself
A point of order, if it’s alright with you,
There’s no-one else that you can really think to.
What a wonderful world
The climate’s shot, the fascists are coming,
The cruelty in Gaza is simply mind-numbing.
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
But let’s not forget the sunsets of red
And the thundery clouds that rumble overhead.
The bright blessed days, the dark sacred nights
My days are lonely and extend beyond countin’,
Cue Mussorgsky’s Night on Bald Mountain.
And I think to myself
We’ve already been here, I don’t wish to moan
But your thoughts remain thoughts, encased in some bone.
What a wonderful world
The rich are getting richer, the poor left behind
The news is getting faker, the planet over-mined.
The colors of the rainbow
So pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces
Of people going by
Violet, Blue, Green, Yellow, Orange, and Red.
Not all thought to be healthy for the average passing head.
I see friends shaking hands, saying, "How do you do?"
“How do you do?” sounds posh, like the words of a car-yard con,
Best check your wrist, your watch may be gone.
They're really saying, "I love you"
Essential words for a husband to wife
But said to others can land you in strife.
I hear babies cry, I watch them grow
In fairness to the babies, before they get older
They laugh, they burble, and they throw up on your shoulder.
They'll learn much more
Than I'll ever know
A debatable point Louis, education is now largely dismissed,
If it’s not on TikTok, it doesn’t exist.
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself
What a wonderful world
As far as I can tell that’s just a load of hooey.
Keep your thoughts to yourself, if you don’t mind Louis.
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