A paean to the tres hipness of the tres hip.
Sorry, toots, I’m no longer interested
The fun’s gone with the sundown
The after all and the waking
I can’t seem to make sense of it anymore
I want a life of leisure
One adventure stinging another
A whole crop of writhing sunrises
As if the clowning were trivial
The combining convivial
Too many adverbs for my taste
Give me action or give me breath
You know, I could be trolled
By anxiety, whacked by whimsy,
But I’d like to choose otherwise
And pretend it’s destiny
Sweet, stinking destiny
Are you with me?
WordPress suggested the following tags for this poem: outdoors, nature, video games, gaming, mental health, and health. Just so you know.
Wow, I was all set to comment, and then I read your WordPress comment, and I’m agog anew. But this is a seriously hot, fun poem, with riffs bordering on R & B.
Thanks. I’m always amazed at the tag suggestions WP has for me.