In Search of Babylon

Opening these weary eyes at sunrise and there it was; again.. No denying this dismal round table truth so I loaded my wagon Popped a couple of pills took another deep breath to face the strain Afore one could turn their light towards her dawn reality's rat race was on Coursing through my mind while dangling from his tauntings rope and bugle boy Bouncing all about the checker board square of despair in, pin stripped tights Coloured red white as blue an overview; cast be reasons captured their vivid pools ? Verdant green mingled amid neon scenes these wayward dreams; arriving at mockery's Material door slipping upon my bozo shoes considering a few, glasses of wine a poem or two.