Elephant Walk ~ Philip Brent

My mind has been ground down into mush
Constipated thought, no matter how I push
As obfuscation, trivia and drivel dribble out
Any wise words of mine, missing in action

That said, I’ll fight to drivel and dribble on
Mayhap a turd of wisdom will squeeze out
Flow from this fickle pen, held in my hand
Or I’m a man behind a curtain all this time

As we come upon the close of another year
As marked on some calendars, the last day
Is tomorrow; what will this new year bring
Are we the barbarians we’ve always been?