Man’s Absurdity - No More Same Ol’
by Odin Roark

Prime colors are a-fadin’
On our special painted flats.
City and country sets alike
Tastin’ hell about now.

Gotta prop’em up
Blistering wind and heat
Seems to be lovin’ it
Shakin’ and scorchin’ ignorance about,
Big time.

They say,
Comin’ soon,
Everywhere just plain desert,
Silent and supreme, they say,
With ancient skies again,
Planets and stars a-sparkle once more,
Patiently watchin’ wind and water disappear.

But for now, Martha,
Better hold down that apple tree,
It’s gettin’ crazy-like,
Apples flyin’ every which way.

Who says I’m yellin’?
Just holdin’ tight the hen house
Can’t save the tin roof though,
Chickens losin’ feathers,
Gonna be bald soon,
Roosters ain’t gonna like that.

Hell of a wrath, you know, Martha?
Maybe tryin’ to tell us somethin’,
Ya think?

Feels like everythin’s
About to blow away.
You hear me Martha?

You there?

I’m yellin now, Martha, damn it,
Tell me you’re there!

Tell me!

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