You say you’re bamboozled by the strikes and thrusts

of life run amok?

You say your life’s become a hot-wired mish-mosh

of this and that and all what sucks?

You say hell and high water have hit the fan 

and you’re up to here with your head in the sand?

Well, I say, pull it out!

Pull your head outta’ the sand.

Pull your thumb outta’ your mouth.

A nightmare, you say?

Havoc laying claim?

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You suffer anyway?

Wanna’ trade nightmares?

(I’ll see your nightmare and

raise you mine!)

Oh, hell! We’re not so rare.

There’s them what’s worse.

Some ridin’ a hearse.

Nightmares are hell

Oh well. Oh well.

Let’s ditch this pit.

Ya’ must admit

Life’s plays its drum

Fun to Loathsome 

Nightmare by any other name…

A bucking bronco

Fuckin’ shocko

Let’s ride that sucka

Til a new day dawns

and we ride anotha!

By Fran Pearce

From: United States