Sure, the sky's not falling.
But it's cold for sure.
Like a normal chill, no wind or nothing.
Sanctimony is hard to watch.
The righteous are so sure of themselves.
This pasture looks good.
Roam around the fence line.
Away from the bullshit.
Catch a glimpse.
It is a sin not to hope.
As Hemingway wrote.
And tragic too.
Sad, almost.
Snap out of your trance!
Cynicism is a type of poison.
Laughter, hysterical laughter, instead.
Thankful for the true comics.
Knowing hypocrisy and the obvious.
The funny parts, anyway.
The streets of voices.
Protesting the protest of the protest.
Never stop protesting, it is a responsibility.
Mobs are different, they must be disbanded.
They are after blood.
They have no humor.