A Link of Random Thoughts

a mustard stain ran down his shirt

in all actuality it ran from his lip

to his chin and then down his shirt

but the details don't matter

but they do for a spell

but spells are for magic

or good grammar they tell

and then there's a time

when first there was not

just a remnant of a rhyme but the same word

shirt, shirt

and then it gets odd

and the mustard is forgotten

as the mind wanders forward

as though it had legs

legs enough to move it

down a road 

hopefully on a clear day

for a brain without a membrane to cover

or a skull to secure

is a brain that wouldn't last a day

let alone even an hour

and hour is sixty minutes

and my life is a show

not unlike reality tv

but less real and more honest

without the showboating of a dozen halfwits

a constant barrage of camera angles

but all point of view shots

as i move through the house

and swipe away at a fly

who simply buzzes because it was made to

but by who and for what purpose

other than to help break down the dead

who most are secure underground

in giant wooden boxes

that were far too overpriced

and then the minimum wage restrictions

come up to my thoughts

not nearly enough made to do all the things i thought

to travel about the globe

that god spins while it sits on his desk

where he's writing the next chapter

a chronicle of the world

he says it a tragicomedy

you'll laugh as much as you'll cry

but most people won't cry at the movie

the adaptation will be all wrong

they would have to cut out more than half of it

and i'm not sure it could be crammed into a two hour run time

but lets leave that to the professionals

which was a good movie

but i'm not sure I can stand to listen to the same cliches

batter away the same mistakes

id like to bake some little cakes

then there's the rhyming

which is good timing

as its time for me to retire

from this rant

not from life

that's a bit to presumptuous of you

wouldn't you think?