You Don’t Know

The Point

Let’s get to the point,

we know the score.

This ship’s run aground

on a crumbling shore.

(Sh)it’s hitting the fan

like never before.

Let’s roll a fat one

and stop the thunder,

ignore the fools

counting their plunder.

We’ll gaze at the sky

as the albatross fly

How high, how high..

In a minute or two

or ten or twenty

we consider a swim 

but the sharks are ‘a plenty,

and aware of our plight

they think we won’t fight.

How low, how low

do the dark depths go....

Up or down..

Without wings or buoy,

there must be a way

to salvage the joy

we locked in a chest

like a hidden treasure.

The key, you and me

we now must see

is to never give up

when up is down-

and down, you’ll drown.

Perhaps...

We’ll don a disguise

and like bright butterflies

float on...

Let’s roll another

as I try to recall

that short guy we knew

way back in the Fall..

was it 1982? 

He had to leave in such a rush-

I think he was sick.

They kept it hush, hush

but he got out of here-quick!

So lost in our reverie

we did not see

the sharks sprouting legs

with claws on their toes..

Isn’t that just the way

evolution goes? 

Eureka! I’ve got it!

We jumped from our seats

upsetting the lamps

and anointing our feet

(Such slippery times, these)

“We’re with you!” they cried,

“What is the point?”

(I grinned, looked up,

my cell phone held high)

I’m phoning ET!

We’re blowing this joint! 

Cheryl KP ramblings and copyright 2020

Footnote: We considered other options; but The USS Enterprise is out for repairs-Scottie broke the transporter, Han Solo died and Skywalker won’t come out of his cave. 

Rock on, fellow explorers. This started out as part of Linda Hill’s SoCS prompt which was using the word ‘joint’, but I think I broke all her rules. Still, check out her blog for other posts and to meet some great writers and well, just good people. Meanwhile, enjoy some music...