When I sort out a problem another one comes
But it doesn’t fill the past as I sit on my bum
Some say it is a dismal story but I can see my name in lights
Marketing products to the Almighty and advertising my fights.
The remissions of ideas is sticky times and light working over time
The mental concoction of the brain in the middle of the frame
Settling down to some more advanced medical protection
Where the immensity of the Maker is jumping around again.
The loss is not measured by religious decree
Being a Sannyasi is just not for me and my family
Nor are we Vasyas turning around some mentality
Justifying effort before the lap top and full frontal ennui.
Mind cap on during the forty something days and nights
Nothing to show downtown in the business of busman’s’ rites
Churning away the midday rush and the feisty famous people’s kit
So late in the asking of permission that the merriment is not shit.
These are the well known ways the twists and turns of images show up today
I don’t know what will happen if I happen to add japa – what other words will I add and say?