Ostrich

He manages to keep his wits
His head above the new turmoil
But barely, he may well succumb
To pressures that he now perceives

The complexities of daily life
All seemingly too much to bear
Demons come and devils go
With family circling overhead

He cringes as collectors come
Ultimatums up their sleeves
Demands made in dark of day
For money that went up in smoke

But he finally discerns a way
To eliminate all this demand
He takes the last bus to the sea
And sticks his head deep in the sand.