There’s a lady who’s sure
All that glitters is gold
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven…Zepplin
The man in the black hat asked,
“What makes you so sure?”
A simple response…
“Old insights and, of course, women’s intuition!”
…
A water, falling.
No end insight.
No need for a mother’s prediction!
No need for a hole in the wall…
Minus light.
…
Furthermore…
All these punches in the air.
That is not what draws us near.
Posturing!
Hackles up!
All jabs at manmade, luck!
…
If you take away your…
Huddled masses.
Piles of trash!
No need for my intuition!
The one hit wonders are fading fast.
…
Man in fading black hat,
“What there is no need to linger in the past!”
…
A simple response needed,
“Recycled ambition peels like a wet cast.
Inhibitions turmoil, lasts and, lasts.”
