Someone once asked what time it was.
It’s time to get down and dirty.
It’s time to get in the mud.
It’s time we got really gritty.
I think we’ve run out of suds.

We’ve probably got to get basic
and work with just wood and wire.
Put on the glasses; fuck Lasik!
And root through the muck and mire.

If ever we needed to stop messing around, this is it.
So why am I puttering and posturing and sputtering all of this crappy shit?
Let’s get over it and stop and throw down to what it’s about:
I’m gonna scream and shout!

ARGH!

(Though frankly, if wordless, primal emotion worked,
I’d have wasted my time with some thousands of shameful doggerel works, eh?
Something for me to reflect on.)