Sturgeon’s Law

Laughter is abundant in the mouth of fools
ain’t no sunshine on the end of lit fuse
inside a quantum vacuum chaos ensues
a disillusioned cynic, the worst sort of critic
with nothing much, and nothing much to lose
still its going be awhile before I give up the ghost
because I’m good at waiting, better than most
for what…well…I’ll never tell
but I have questions
the ultimate absentee isn’t going to answer
turns out silence is its own cancer
and that tiny dancer on my other shoulder
who insists he only wants to get the band back together
is a fucking liar
sorry kid you’re on your own
so get comfortable with invisible
shake the shadow
whatever it is, worry about it tomorrow
because somewhere in between what’s left and what’s wrong
is the big C you next Tuesday
the only real truth is….truth is ugly
that’s the thing about a mirror
its honest in its horror
notwithstanding any excuse to lament
I still keep eye out for that elusive ten percent