A Hard
Place
Does fate
exist or is it an excuse?
Did
destiny let you down and now you’re regretfully sad as a clown
Does a
divinity make you suffer because he’s a grumpy old bugger?
D’you
trust your guardian angel to stop you treading on the third rail?
Rhetorical
questions that ask the impossible
Puzzles
of life unless reason is unassailable
But
reality is everyone’s suspect
That it
exists regardless of whims or wishes
Remember
the girls that could run like boys?
Remember
the boys that could dance like girls?
Confusion
in the ranks of the rigid thinking
Maybe
civilization was sinking
The
Saturday Night Post readers were shrinking
Norman
Rockwell’s country disappearing
Who do we
blame for setting apple pie aflame?
It’s what
happens when reason’s made lame
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