Musings of the Mad

How can you go on with your regular day

When ev’rything we need to survive is in danger?

Do you not realize how little is left

Of time I am speaking—I stand here bereft.

I wish I could get you to listen to me

24 hours a day do I plead.

If any of you realized how little we’ve got

Then none of you’d work for these goddamn imp sots!