When life is totally a mess
And blown is everything,
The ignorant are truly blessed
As never care to think.
Inquisitiveness’s lost and gone
And knowledge is an onus.
Are daft enough to have a go,
Nescience is a bonus.
No need to strategise and plan
And put those plans to action.
The shorter is attention span,
The deeper’s satisfaction.
Where serendipity occurs
With such a rare pattern
Awareness can be a curse,
No need for it to happen.
When life’s entirely a blow
And there’s no single chance,
The ignorant will run the show
With proper winner stance.

Is a comedian,
Acts like an idiot,
Boring and tedious,
Fool he is not.
Running in circles,
Nothing is certain,
Life is a circus,
Tangled in knots.
All ups and downs
Good for the clowns,
Always in town,
Stealing the show.
Fair and candid
Never demanded,
What is behind it
You never know.
Obey and administer,
Evil and sinister,
Parish and minister
All are the same.
Shameless and cynical,
That is so typical.
Longing for miracle,
All is in vain.

The story continues
And has it the word,
The life of a genius,
Unwelcoming world.
If fair was only,
She would be the one.
She’d rather be lonley
And second to none.
It never was easy
For her to rejoice.
Prefers to seem busy,
Than be second choice.
There’s so much to mention,
Low profile she kept,
Attracted attention,
Commanded respect.
Not known to be patient
And wouldn’t obey,
He gave her carnations
And asked her to stay.

No matter what, no matter why
And how it all began.
No such a thing as second try,
For what it is we stand.
No such a chance to redesign
And start the set all over.
A certain point in space and time,
From which it has to follow.
The way it goes, the way it does
And everything within it.
The rules applied are hard and fast,
No one can change the remit.
The way it was, the way it will
All squeezed to cells of dungeon.
It is the time to pay the bill,
For there is no indulgence.
No matter when, no matter who,
And where it all began.
Too late to want to touch the wood,
No time to reprimand.

Her pencil skirt is lit with slit,
Topnotch, she is the ace.
And somewhere deep, a little bit,
She flashes with the lace.
Her legs, her thighs, her smoky eyes,
No word can be a flatter.
The magic cut goes really high,
Reveals a tender pattern.
Stiletto heels are made of steel,
She wears a see-through blouse.
She is a breeze in utter still,
The one who rocks the house.
Her face, her lips and shapely hips
Are all of special kind.
And next to her one couldn’t keep
Control of soul and mind.
Her lines are fine and serve the curves,
The message she is sending,
Her perfect self no one deserves,
Yet she is condescending.