An Appetite For Destruction
by Michael Doyle

I awoke with a startled cough
Wondering how it was, I drifted off
The Mad Hatter's world is no longer pretense
As I awoke to a world of nonsense

There were poets denying use of rhyme
As though that were the deepest crime
Worse perhaps than having nothing to say
Or disguising bad grammar in a poetic way

Have you ever questioned this reality
Or looked straight into its face with totality
It seems every set of wordsmiths think itself clever
To repeat and rinse just to repeat this on forever

It became popular to confuse nightmares for dreams
Cut-aways and paste overs pass for pleasing it seems
Unpleasant things have become the world's past time
But you, Mr. Poet, must never, ever dare to rhyme

Life's card games keep dealing the same dull hand
As if doom and gloom is what we humans best understand
Resting on the ghosts of yesterday's reconstruction
When happiness gives way to an appetite for destruction


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