By Jett Felder
The day is far too hot
The night is far too cold
The kindergartener is rather young
The high school senior is quite old
The news is far too biased
The textbook, too aloof
The opera’s words are esoteric and obfuscating
The pop song’s lines don’t rhyme
The prisons have too many tenants
The military, too much might
The rich, too many sculptures
The poor, too great a plight
The politician is all bark
The executioner, all bite
The ten percent are far too left
The other ninety’s hands, too right
The shoe on this foot is too loose
The shoe on that foot is too tight
The servant wants his half-brother
His half-brother, just the kite
I want to sleep in my dark bedroom
But my phone screen is too bright
This world is so erratic
Has no fore -shadowing or -sight
It wants me to cave in
Sometimes I think that I just might
Maybe we will die alone
Voiceless whispers in the night
Maybe we never really lived
Dreams crushed by diffidence and fright
Maybe everything man has ever made
Wreaks of violence, greed, and blight
But you?
You came out just right.