Lethologica

The trees smell so real, so sympathetic. A monument to strength and victory. They seem like a shoulder to cry on. Something to rely on in an uncertainty. The birds still chirp and hold no grudge, but rather stll try to provide a comic relief smile. They are still playing grabass, little cocks on the walk stealing radiator bugs. Adorning our rule over the Earth in circular totem style. Even though they are dropping from the sky. Wading in infested puddles, eating Monsanto Rye. I'm not a cryer but .... Where did it all go? Did reality tv and all their ugly sided indoctrinating Media offerings do ALL this? Did we really try to kick Lucy's football all those times, and end up on our dumb asses? Where do we go from here? Look for a rhyme? Civil War, Natural Disasters, Rumors of War, Plagues, Massive Animal Die Offs, Seismic Unrest, Incoming Asteroids. What are we doing? What do we do for an encore? Maybe it is time to believe in something. Goodnessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.