1332 - What a Wonderful(ly Cynical) World.

 

The Sunday Whirl presents twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.  

This weeks words are: 

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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