Oh me oh my!
What a day had I
Running around all helter skelter
Headless chickens with no shelter
Confused and bloody
Can't even really see anybody
At least I don't think
My sight is blocked by flowers of zinc
Hard and heavy
With just the situation's levity
My head is full and crammed with thought
While my creativity spout has a drought
And I wish for this world to change
But really, what difference would it make anyway?