Some nights, I just want to drink some Drano.
\nThe world feels like one massive backed-up sink.
\nI wonder if I have gone insane, oh,
\nwhat’s the use is often what I think.
\nBut alas, some intricate reflection
\nwill convey life’s beauty to my head.
\nAfter a bit of introspection,
\nI realize it’s no help being dead.
\nThere are things to do to make life better,
\neven if it’s on a minute scale.
\nWhen the world around us is on fire,
\neveryone needs to pick up a pail.
\nSafety is, indeed, the seed of numbers.
\nSanity will often tip the scales.
\nHistory says when the power slumbers
\ntruth can knock their carriage off the rails.
\nAnd so, tonight, I’ll go out draining,
\nbut not in a self destructive way.
\nEvil at the moment might be reigning.
\nBut, like always, they will have their day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"