Nothing Much

Let the orchestra play for those who have an ear to hear. For those who do not have a musical ear, let the drums roll. The bread has molded in the covert and the well has become a snake pit. The weeping look to the crying for comfort and relief and it all amounts to nothing much. The wind opens the door. It lets the rain come into the parlor. The wide awake are herded like mindless sheep. They follow every trend that the social manipulators invent. Nothing much comes of very much, if that very much is nothing much. Nevertheless, the ends justifies the ignorance when the learned transforms the unlearned into a mush of mud.

One foot stepped behind the other. They both tripped and fell into the snake pit that used to be a well. And no one cares because they have their own problems which occur at untimely intervals. The debt is reduced only to increase when the unexpected come blowing in the winds. Storms in rapid succession, a quick glance at the telephone while skateboarding turns moments of assumed rest into something else. Why bother removing your shoe when your middle toe itches? Just accept it, like a camel that’s sitting on a mantel, and be done with it. The meek will inherit nothing because the strong will plunder and destroy everything for their pride and comfort.

Let not your mind fall apart by the troubles of the day. Rest assured that climate change will soon swipe you away. Underground they burrow to escape what they have created. Yet, they find that they have carried themselves into the same cave. Listen to the wisdom from the dumbest person ever to inhabit the planet earth. That person is smarter than all the social engineers piled up in a lump sum. Potholes in the roads are filled with oil and water. In some place, a dress is pulled down before the knees hit the ground.

We have less than three hundred years of recorded climate history. Yet, some people assume they know everything about atmospheric conditions. They think they understand earth changes that have taken place over hundreds of millions of years. The boot makes the right decision. It targets the sitting apparatus. It makes an even more decisive one when dressed in steel toes.

A certain person lit a candle. They fell on their knees. At that very moment, an airplane loaded with overfed elephants crashed into the building. This event nullified that person’s pleads. A strong wind swept over the rabbit hole. The rabbit did not regard it. It told itself that it is an ostrich. Those who convinced the rabbit of this foolishness laughed. They continued laughing all the way to the cave. They had dug it to hide themselves.

Now the animal has the high-powered rifle, and the great white hunter is on the run who can not figure out a defensive maneuver from a jigsaw puzzle. Hoofs of the defilers killing everything for sport without guilt or shame leaving the land barren like an open grave. Trophies on the wall, rugs of the fallen dressing the hall, mindless brutes killing and destroying for no other reason than they can. Trees chopped down to plant food for pigs producing less oxygen to breathe during the dry seasons. Conquer and tame nature without any concerns for devouring the planet. Inventing cellphones, airplanes, and televisions to do what the brain is equipped to do if properly trained. Material beasts terrorizing the fabric of the solar system, the only known dwelling place that the beasts can live in.

Jump high in the air. Fall squarely on a lame cluck. The duck had sense enough to get out of the way. True to form, the wishing well is an escort to hell. All the high-minded cannot cast their spell there. They no longer tarnish the gullible with their nonsense.