Bottom Dealing

Dancing in the darkness; trying to hide from all his past; H e makes believe he will not age; and his youthful face will last. His pays for insurrections; and his ladies love is cold; And to the dealer in a room; her loyalties were sold. Floating in a dream; starring down at his desires; One’s he’ll never realize; while he wears this clowns attire. Sitting in an office chair; going over rhymes; He thinks of how it use to be; and deems them better times. He’s staring at the monitor; or is it staring back at him? And in his head he hears it say; “I know where you have been” A hamster in its habitat; spinning on the wheel; He’s never going anywhere; does he know it isn’t real? Easter Sunday picnics; that go on till its dark; And the rabbit hides his Easter eggs; all about the park; The only resurrection is; that grandpas out of bed; And everyone is whispering; they’re amazed that he’s not dead. In his house of mirrors; even still he’s sometimes lost; And adjoining is the horror house; with far too great a cost. Midnight finds him crying; in the morning nothings new; But everyday he runs the wheel; what else is there to do?