I aint going to work Maggie the Boss of my Time no more

Maggie tells you her
last name is May
and she led
a very young
Rod Stewart
astray
back in the UK

But here in the colonies
full of colonial thought
and bodies
that like antiques
and cant believe
how much colonial furniture is
worth
and 400 years from now
will having certified genius
copies of Trump artifacts
and what will be his legacy
maybe a second class
coach for uncle sam
but maybe its to harsh
to blame Trump
for not playing chess
with the Chinese
when checkers always
worked, Chinese checkers as well
they already had a gaming advantage
for the utes, next was violins
and 3 dimension chess
and learing the times tables up
to 54 and repeating them backwards
while riding a unicyle with a string of New years
fireworks going of like tiny mortars that
cant harm you sending little shockwaves
through the air
that take you away
from the day to day
its some kind of smile
I am still alive
ritual

So as we enter the shadow of pandemic
though somewhat manageable compared to the
Spanish Flu
we dont know much about this maliday as
we think
its like the box of chockalte virus
full of surprises and looks
like it came off the back
lot of Prometheus
some kind of monstor
that was designed
to hurt humankind

I am leaning toward
the genetic gift of
insteller beings
for having made
men out of monkies
perhaps we were
stunted on the evolutionary
scale and could not
get the opposable thumb
or the desire to swing
through the trees
at top speed
beating the chest
and believing
you were the
real kings of the jungle