Status Quo
It has been awhile
Since some dilettante wrote
Of the winds, winds
Of the bloomin’ same
Shame really, bloomin’ shame
The winds of change
They get the press
Something about stark drama
I guess, but then
I don’t really know
Why would anyone write
About nothing ever happening?
Something is always happening
Write about that, then
Document, improvise, but dammit
When just nothing happens
Then in the still
Anything can fit, anything!
Except something that moves
That would cause change.
Same zephers will remember
Status quo be damned
Blinking back beginner’s tears
I never meant harm. . . .
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