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?