It is time to go and play in the mud, Lathering it all over your body. It will help you pump out all the bad blood, And take your living, that has been shoddy, To allow for it to feel young again. Getting sloppy is not only for kids, So do not allow pretention to win, And do as the wallowing custom bids. If it’s too much, look to the salty sea, And let the warm waters wash away clean The grime of the day, leaving you pretty, Ready to return to the adult scene. You don’t know when you’ll get another chance To lose yourself in another mud dance.
Underneath the stairs, its scurry is heard, Waiting for my foot to take its last step. My imagination piques the absurd About all the places it has crept. I see a claw dart into the shadows, Next to the glow of iridescent eyes. As the deep terror within my hear grows, I seek the inevitable surprise. It will gather me into its clutches, And whisper to me the stuff of nightmares. It will corrupt everything it touches, Making me a servant of its dark lairs. As my vacation arrives at its end, The horror of reality begins.
Nothing is left we can possibly do Then watch the rain pour over the roof’s edge. All of the work that we tried to get through Is just another thing I have to hedge. More important things need my attention Because they can only happen right now, And please do not even try to mention Conditions of my contractual vow. My needs lie with the puddles being born, And making sure they fill up completely. It may leave your business feeling forlorn, But it reflect the way fortune treats me. I do not care for the way that you cry. My concern comes from the tears in the sky.
If I wish to know about the culture, I just need to find the local bookstore. The imagination, here, they nurture, And discover what these large tomes are for. All the mythology and history Gather together in neat little rows. Here I can unpack a new mystery As my knowledge of the old country grows. Opened books come with an enchanting smell Of adventure and anticipation. Within its musty pages I will dwell, Exploring all the corners of this nation. On my trips, it’s a box I like to tick ‘Cause reading is a hard habit to kick.
When the death of thousands does not matter ‘Cause it does not directly affect you, It makes your agenda even sadder Because you did not act on what you knew. Now that you use your elite position To make risky investments on a cure, It shows that your financial intention About saving this country is not pure. Your goal is to stuff your pocketbook And dance on the grave of America. I weep for the integrity you took Behind the obvious lie of MAGA. It will take many years to recover From the way you left my home in tatters.
We have made the afternoon for a drive Over the wooded hills along the coast. It feels good to get out of the hive To chase away the collected year’s ghost. Others are not willing to venture out And reclaim the civilization’s shore. Taking their time is what it is about, And I should not coax them out of their door. Until then, I am alone on the road, Breathing in deeply, the wafting sea air Where, at one time, my memory had stowed What it had once been like to have been there. This idea of freedom is fleeting, But at any chance, it is worth repeating.
The puddles have overcrowded the roads,
Singing symphonies of collected rain.
I watch the sky as my grey cloud explodes,
Washing away the city’s dirty pain.
I find that now the streets belong to me,
Sharing it with the random umbrella.
They hide the faces that I wish to see,
Protecting each individual’s flaw.
We can find safety in this day’s deluge
Of living up to the fashion’s standards.
The precipitation turns into rouge
Which from society’s sharp teeth, it guards.
The freedom I find here is most pleasing
By myself in Bangkok’s rainy season.
Not every night needs to be the same.
We can change the routine a little bit
By playing a different kind of game.
Once you start, you won’t be able to quit.
It is not that type of competition.
The rules are not always written out
For a clearer kind of explanation,
But you need to be ready for a bout
That will match all of your wits against mine.
The game need not always choose a winner
Because there is no real finish line
When competing with this group of sinners.
You are not given a choice but to play
A game that we all play everyday.