Conundrum

Conundrum This confounding conundrum, This continuing act of untying the pesky knots of existence, This conniving, beating whirlwind of ever-swirling stresses, Again served up on a plate mixed with legumes and angst, Is taking all of us to the brink of aqueous insanity. Life is eating at our gonads like a ravenous chigger, And the madness of it all bites at our minds and hearts, Leaving half dead infected people with terminal frowns. We wake up every morning dreading the endless daily tasks, The endless psycho-dramas concerning trivial insignificances, The never-ending shuffles through the busy, hopeful turnstiles, to Another turn of the page, another interminable trip to Magic City, Where we all find our share of romantic nirvana dressed in grey suede. But a dollar must be earned to pay the bill of the one who must pay his. And so, we continue to breathe on reflexively and instinctively, Like fat whales pulsing in a green bay.