Some nights, I just want to drink some Drano.
The world feels like one massive backed-up sink.
I wonder if I have gone insane, oh,
what’s the use is often what I think.
But alas, some intricate reflection
will convey life’s beauty to my head.
After a bit of introspection,
I realize it’s no help being dead.
There are things to do to make life better,
even if it’s on a minute scale.
When the world around us is on fire,
everyone needs to pick up a pail.
Safety is, indeed, the seed of numbers.
Sanity will often tip the scales.
History says when the power slumbers
truth can knock their carriage off the rails.
And so, tonight, I’ll go out draining,
but not in a self destructive way.
Evil at the moment might be reigning.
But, like always, they will have their day.