Persistence

Did the old folks end it all

In the prehistoric?

Fed up with the same lame

Bland rhetoric,

Of Nature’s colic?

Say they did, and lift the heavy

Levy of the World:

To march, on, till you are left

Without a foot.

No, no, the nations are popular

With tryer’s and doer’s who cope

With devalued currency

As worn

As their wire wool

Palms.

Storms not calms,

Are norms for these forms.

Yes the continuation of it all,

The quite pointless surge,

Is wonderful.

Getting wet and cold.

Ripping flesh from bones.

Coping with idiots.

We go on.