picture taken from the internet

their morrows fuelled by faith
the morons dance
while their piper preens
dreaming of another chance

courtiers serve morsels of fakery
morphing lies as news
morality given the boot
an economy moribund
injected with morphine — the green shoot

while elsewhere morale slips
moratoriums rise
mortuaries fill up
and rationality dies

how much mor can we take…

I write to remember. I write to remain honest. I write to leave a bread crumb trail for my daughter. I write to relax. Trying to impress my better half, I write