Spring Hopium

An updated view of daffodils. A version with music is on www.frustratedscribbler.com.

Spring Hopium

(With much appreciation and some apologies to WW)

I wander lonely in a crowd,

Avoiding all, for me to see

Words no longer here allowed

By someone who was texting me.

On my screen with data capped,

A virtual life where I am trapped.

In this new order we dare not see

The world fouled and strewn with litter,

So many others just like me

Engrossed in never ending twitter.

Antisocial media, our only chance,

As we bow our heads in a techno trance.

For oft when upon my couch I try

To lose myself in thought alone,

I gaze upon our chemtrail sky

And reflect upon adrenachrome.

Those who dare report such schemes

Rob others of their selfish dreams.

Once more among wild thoughts I find

Ideas of loosh, of war and dumbs.

Can we evolve to leave behind

This created world where love succumbs?

Perhaps a few, from this shared fate

Will overcome control and hate.

Looking forward to the day

That I can truly see, and learn

To play as elementals play, then dance

With them as I return.

Until then will my soul stand still

As a solitary daffodil

Speak now of matters only shown,

And no more of lizards in hushed tone

(for a musical version, go to frustratedscribbler.com)