hardly a day goes by
that laughter does not win
the irony is too real
or, perhaps, not real
in late summer heat
we all boil a little
tolerance of much
becomes hard to tolerate
the paved hill was steep
we walked, balancing
a book i read the other day
claimed balance as another sense
we took the easy way out
frustrations left to thumbs
preoccupied and restless
the doom for the dumb
that laughter does not win
the irony is too real
or, perhaps, not real
in late summer heat
we all boil a little
tolerance of much
becomes hard to tolerate
the paved hill was steep
we walked, balancing
a book i read the other day
claimed balance as another sense
we took the easy way out
frustrations left to thumbs
preoccupied and restless
the doom for the dumb