The Song Does Not Remain The Same

 

I guess it is how I was made,

but it don't trouble in the least 

to sit beneath the shining blade

at Damocles' fancy feast,

so pass smooth Southern whiskey,

and pass the fine cigars.

Pass the party girls (so frisky!)

who'll take me to the stars,

and let's all hoot and holler,

'cause all the world's a game,

but friend, it does not follow 

that the song remains the same

for one day soon joy will be full

for child, drunk, and dumb animal.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is CAPACITY.

I'm guilty of a paucity 

of blog participation;

it's just past my capacity,

and thus, the situation 

of wanting to respond in kind

to my far-distant friends,

but lack of O2 slows the mind,

and this is how it ends,

with brave words on Thursday night,

resolve that I'll do better,

but I am just plumb out of fight,

and typing every letter 

is such weight upon my chest,

but I remain, doing my best.

It took over five minutes, but I am just so tired now 

Sylvia rather resents the term 'dumb animal', and I have learned to appreciate the term 'finger food'.