We all sit under the threatening mushrooms,
Fat ignorant fingers,
Attached to fat ignorant hands,
Hold all our fates with a buttery grip.
This world is a sinking slippery ship,
Held afloat, afloat by a careless oiled grip.
Better minds hold their heads in dismayed hands,
Our past has been forgotten, we walk on repeating sands.
Backs all facing reason,
Cheeks all turned about.
Madness threatens to send us back to stone.
Suggested violence now seems,
The daily current tone.
Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.