Ramblings On a Winter's Day

Ramblings On A Winter's Day © Ben Burton Of all the words that have been written And all the words yet to be writ Few will count, most will be canceled When time records the final answer Without paean, rhyme, or wit Before Old Sol makes his transition Displays the sign, "Closed for expansion" The final breath will be approached From a bird, reptile, more likely, a roach Primeval forests won't make a sound Since consciousness will not abound Or exist at all To hear that tree fall The good, the bad, and in between Quiet laughter, tortured screams What's it all about, Alfie, anyway Who's on first and where's the corn flakes We decide, no they decide Whose safari gets the guide Hope and change as advertised Hope for mankind exorcised What of the spirit, yea, the soul? The twentieth century knocked them cold Man is but the smartest mammal Education through the Learning Channel Discovery, Science, Nat Geo, too Where ancient beliefs were never true Celluloid shape-shifting mores To the left of Sodom's fearless forays God and Christ a running joke Knaves out punking guileless folk Too cowed by PC to revolt Elites created their own lord Skint the flock they didn't abort And raised a toast to global warming In aeons, it should be alarming Shed no tears for mass extinction Utter chaos knows no reason Yet, somehow, formed a grand design Without an author, no mastermind? In truth, a black hole has more purpose Than a rabbit-hole world forlorn and rudderless Where Chicken Little has the final word Because the righteous lost their nerve