The Times

It was the best of times,
It was the worst of times.
Then again, maybe it just
Took a while to figure out
This party actually sucked
Like a fridge temp chili dog.
You know, looks good when
You first see it but in the
Long run it just plane fizzles
Out to the usual ho-hum.
Dig Dawg, birthday party in
Between high school class
Reunions. Lots of folks there,
Old letter jackets and former
Prom queens longing for
Those days (long) gone by.
Snoots that are still snoots
With that shit on their ears
From having their head stuck
Permanently up their ass.
Saving grace are the regulars,
Real people with smiles and
Warm conversation glad to
See everyone with no claim
Of self-anointed deity. Stay
A while, exit when ready, no
Reason to stay till the last dog
Dies. I still have things to do.
My life ain’t over till it’s over.