Nature Loves Her Little Surprises

Let’s go with the flow But wait it’s fearful and confused Panicking The end of times? Not that flow That is the flow of illusion Let there be no wafting confusion I want to go with the other flow Hey, may I come with you? Not unless you have the appropriate mask You also must commit twenty-six rolls of toilet paper to the cause What cause is that? Pow! They are running from you Someone’s brown paper bag breaks open. A small hand sanitizer drops into the street. You lean down to pick it up for them. They smack you on the head with their fist. Where is my OxyContin when I need her? You ask as you wake up. That is no solution! Sure It is. Part of the endless solutions. You begin piling toilet paper and hand sanitizers into a wagon. Hey! Wait for me! You trip and fall. End up being the only survivor of a holocaust. Nature loves her little surprises.