Scribble scrabble goes the thought,
Sitting in a tumor of deleterious grief.
The trouble is money,
The trouble is power,
The trouble is punny,
But the rhyme scheme sucks.
It really sucks.
Seriously.

Take that—that’s a snowball to the solar plexus!
“Who can make me happy?”
“I dare ya”.
“Nope.”
“Fail.”
“Epic Fail.”
“lol”
“Not heady enough.”
“Not sexy enough.”
I’m certain that everything I’ve ever said is never enough!

Okay….
There’s a type of hollowness in my eye that shrinks from the conflict of a perfect ice-cream sundae.
Who can name all the countries in Africa?
I bet that takes a lot of “Z’s”!
“What happened to the ice-cream thought?”
It disappeared someplace in the Republic of the Congo.

Democratic ramblings from a mind that hopes for distraction.
Republican hopes for a distraction that minds for a rambling.
Nobody actually has any idea why.
So why believe in my analysis?
“I don’t.”
*Sigh*

I just want a simple answer: yes or no.
Is there anyone besides me I can blame… or you can blame… or anyone can blame?
I mean, let’s get some proof!
Let’s find someone positively insane:
Dr. Oz, Dr. Phil, Dr. Dre, doctors who believe in the sagacity of prefixes.
Zaire.
“What did you call me?”
A country in Africa. (Well, a former country in Africa. It’s really the same thing as the Congo. But maybe it counts. Maybe not. Who knows? Don’t worry—nobody’s gonna read this far.)
“That’s over.”
Who said we should stop?
“The Gods of cool.”
Oh, those guys rule.

Two examples:
1) Guy walks into a bar.
2) Guy writes atonal love song about walking into a bar— avoids bumping head.
(There is no third guy, because the third guy is busy making money from something and impressing people with his nonchalance towards anything having to do with walking, bumping, or atonal love songs. He does not participate under any circumstance. His name is probably awesome. He plays the 12 string guitar.)

Scribble scrabble goes the thought,
Sitting in a tumor of deleterious grief.
“Money”, “Punny”, “Power”, “Sucks”.
Zambia, Zimbabwe, Zaire (or the Congo, or… mom, thanks for reading this far. Happy New Year!).