MENTAL MERRY MEN

 

there are sorrows 

living in places where joy should call a home.

you are existence.

but you have chosen to exist tense,

and succumb to the pressure of merriment

meant for leisure.

that if we should draw multiple clocks,

and set their hands to different cardinal points

to predict your leisure time,

they would all be correct.

alcohol becomes your first name,

for your belly has taken joy

in gulping many mansions

and toppling several streams your dreams could have rowed through.

and I know a mad kin.

he calls himself the father of enjoyment.

he has commandeered many wives and mistresses,

and have found resting place between their thighs,

yet he never met satisfaction.

I know another fraud,

who wanders from street to street begging for cash to eat,

but squanders them every time at the shore of drunkenness.

and madness is mad at sanity.

for how does a man wake to the rising sun,

and decides to spend forty thousand on merriment,

while his thumb constantly battles with his phone's calibration

every time he tries to pick a call.

isn't that insane?

there are sorrows

living in places where joy should call a home.

for in what language should sanity speak,

that they might hear?

and in what form should understanding come,

that they might receive him?

#El_Magnifico™

[[Published in Cultural Reverence Magazine]]