They said “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.”

“Nonsense!” I replied.

I have mastered online banking.

For my next trick I will attempt to endure suffering without complaint.

My biscuits take on butter and my coffee takes on cream.

I’m bored with modern culture, and here I hold the scream.

I am curious and embarrassed to wonder what is next.

Like all anticipation when I’m waiting for her text.

She loves me but I’m doubtful, I know she has a fear.

I’m thinking about dying and there’s nothing quite that clear.

In a world of hope and wonder, there is something almost sad.

Like narcissists self importance when only mirrors are the fad.

I couldn’t keep a straight face.

Oh the smiles had to fall.

That was such a tragic story.

How you suffered for us all.

You walked with Christ and Buddha.

Don’t know how you found the hours.

All those burdens you did overcome.

And still had time to smell the flowers.

I am basking in your glory.

If I dare to stand that tall.

Be careful with that next step.

And that Pride before the fall.

I’ve been listening to the masses.

They be trying to bring me down.

I’ve been taking master classes.

Ever since the blues dropped into town.

They are talking about oppression.

Like, it’s shiny and brand new.

So much horror in that lesson.

That ironic cake to chew.

They are raging, eyes are blurry.

Tears they fall like April rain.

Going nowhere in such a hurry.

Like they just discovered pain.

I’ve been looking for a chorus.

That won’t break us into songs.

Maybe something just to bore us.

Take our rights back from the wrongs…

The sun passed moving shadows.

The shadows hid your flaws.

Hid is to strong a word.

At least it gave them pause.

I was contemplating something.

That might cause you to grin.

Thought of nothing short of self harm.

Or just once, take it on the chin.

I left you on a park bench.

And I swear I saw a tear.

It was such a perfect silhouette.

Not one could be its peer.

I left looking for some action.

Up the road in Korea town.

She had that look of satisfaction.

Said, “I won’t let you down.”

They were waltzing in the shadows.

They passed me there by chance.

I was in transition…

They were lovers lost in dance.

The waves they kept on coming.

Landing on what we call the shore.

And faded back into abyss.

And keep coming back for more.

Me? I sat there drinking.

Into the deepest darkest night.

There was something in that magic.

And you were out of sight.

I swam into the ocean.

The sea, the salt, the sand.

Can’t say why I keep coming back.

Except… nothing better planned.

The Entitled have left the building and I am burdened with these thoughts.

Times do change and people are strange and often lines connects the dots.

However, lately I am baffled… no rhyme or reason can I see.

I just see selfish narcissists and how entitled that can be.

One by one they are failing or at least they fail large with me.

In my future there’s a cabin and one chair by the sea.