Fuzzy Friday Thoughts (April 25, 2019)

It’s a dark drury

Friday morning

In Toronto.

Banks of gray clouds

Fill the sky

With supersaturated

Icy cold rain droplets

Ready to fall.

Find myself

Wanting to hide

In my warm dry bed

Sleeping away

This miserable day.

Little ones

Snuggling close

Beside me.

Only leaving

The comfortable bed

For bodily needs

Like food and water.

Leaving the world

In its mad rush to Hell

Alone.

One day

Spent away

From the Rat Race

Won’t hurt anyone.

Where absurd fantasies

Like Donald Trump

Caring for the welfare of

Latin American immigrants

On the U.S./Mexico border.

Or actually cooperating

With Congress

In finally settling

The Mueller’s investigation

Into the 2016 Presidential election.

Are filling my dreams

Of a kinder gentler

U.S. President

We all want.

Hmm

Am I delusional

For wanting this?

Knowing

Reality is

So much more brutal

To one’s senses.

Whatever

Wake me up

When the game starts.

As the latest saviour

Comes to town

In Vladimir Guerrero Jr

For my beloved

Toronto Blue Jays.

Am told

He takes walks

As well.

Therisa © 2019