a few nibbles in a crockpot
I wish the rain would stop
I'm trying to cross the lot
to get out the way
of a storm raging alarm
out of harms way to see
another day on the way
what will I do today
what did I do yesterday
so much talk in my ears
on my shoulder is tears
fear is optional in this illusion
balled up in confusion
real life has become a
real live reality show
smacking on a bowl
of Corn POPS
chomping down on
unpopped kernels
"GOT DAMMIT"
who's making
the damn cereal