Bewilderment , USA
Confusion reigns as astral planes lay scattered at first light.
Perform a vital systems check and hope it comes out right.
A coffee-mug-a-chug-a-lug and grope the daily news,
then open door unto a world wherein one pays his dues.
Computer check as you'd expect and then the fun begins,
producing wigits by the ton, the business that I'm in.
We're making wigits even now, they pile up in stacks,
I run them as I slip a few choice words between the cracks.
To write helps to protect the mind from repetitious tasks
which threaten to enslave the soul (if anybody asks.)
And, so it is my work-a-day's combined with words of wit,
I wonder at their source sometimes, this guy who makes wigits.
For, by the one I am defined which serves to pay the bills,
while that which writes would chuck it all and take off for the hills.
A balance of two distinct parts with plenty left to spare,
and pretty soon before I know it's five o'clock somewhere.
The clink of ice, a long cool sip and reflect on the day,
I guess when all is said and done I'm fortunate you'd say.
The wigit business still does good while most's gone oversea,
as owner I can tell you this, I plead insanity!
And that my voyeuristic friends concludes your "freebie" look,
to get the complete expose' you'll have to buy the book!