Not much else to do
when you've grown old
but seethe about the bridges you've been sold:
Trickle down, buy and hold,
Played for a fool by a fortune in fool's gold.
When you no longer believe in
the good guys always win
the wages of sin
Christ will come again.
Your zero hour three-point shot
lodged in the lumen
like a deep-vein clot.
The best of the best-
laid plans went to pot.
Bridges burned, vengeance sought,
a "whole world blind" left behind
Lives, by the lot, leveled for naught.
A suicide mission
a war of attrition
time turns us all into
casualties of the human condition.
Whipping your war horse full time, full tilt
Surviving this world 'til a better one's been built
Thriving by running foes through to the hilt
Mortal sins committed with no sense of guilt.
About the Creator
Chris Z
My opinion column garnered more reader responses than any other contributor in the paper's 40-year run. As a stand-up comic, I performed in 16 countries & 26 states. I've written 2 one-man shows, umpteen poems, songs, essays & chronologies.
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