Is this guy 72 or 12?
And I immediately offer an apology
to all the wise preteens.
This immature dog lumbers
in resentment, caught in a trap
of his own devise. We’re watching
in horror and a certain glee
sure he will chew off
his leg in spite. How can we expect
his metamorphosis, ensconced as he is
in a reality TV show, where the art
of the deal is saying, You’re Fired?
The ridiculous pantomime frayed
holes gaping and fixers
scrambling for a foothold
in our belief — because once
we awaken, this will scatter
like long-forgotten leaves scuttled
by the fierce winter wind
stirred into a final frenzy.
The eye-opening storm of common
sense a catalyst for
our own transformation
in heartspace as at long last
we seize our power.