Some find paradise here on earth
Fulfil the life, for which we search
But what of you and what of me
Lost in time, plutocracy
***
Where is Venus as we hunt for wealth
While the underdogs, struggle for health
Financial kings wear the golden hat
Holy Shit! How fair is that
***
Wafting round on feathered wings
While harps are plucked and cherubs sing
JUPITER!
AND MARS!
***
Some say an eyeball can’t evolve
There are just some things that time can’t solve
But if Zeus made you and Odin made me
Why so much, mediocrity
***
Where was Pan and ten past seven
When the staff was shot, at Seven-eleven
And why are prisons full of scum
That silly old goat can kiss my bum
***
Wafting round is just the thing
While lives are lost and brigands sing
JUPITER!
AND MARS!
***
What truly is the gist of life
Is there a goal, or man-made strife
If Mercury was the root of me
Will I have to pay his fee
***
Philosophy may be the key
But are we lost, in anarchy
Searching, chasing, wanting, yearning
Let’s just find a life and continue learning
***
Wafting round on cloudy things
While grapes are plucked and pixies sing
OBERON!
AND MARS!
Tim StiX Feb 2021
Tim StiX is a Software Engineer with over 20 years’ experience designing, developing and maintaining Web Technologies and is the Developer and Site Administrator of www.101world.net and bok.101world.net.
Tim StiX is The Sober Bard on Vocal.
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Tim StiX
Tim StiX alias Tim Styx. Manic Master of The Internet of Things and The Sober Bard.
www.TimStiX.com
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