Blurry Bumblers Buzzing Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

Absurdities abound, playground games return
The bully, the bum, the boy that flips the burger

Ah the masquerade falls away, when plied with wine
All the insecurities revealed, nothing concealed

The common cad and scalliwag casually congregate
Afraid to be late for the dismal play- their fate

We fill the streets and taxi cabs, metro heels and tie
Blurry bumblers buzzing as time goes whooshing by

Sally she may look the queen but she is child-like inside
Dieting, dreaming, a dutiful daily do-gooder, dull as dirt
Eager to please, in need of a coddling cultural release
Imprisoned by expectation, stimulation and rejection

Billy he may look at home, confident and charming
Cultivating a personal make-up the classless company chameleon
Striving, conniving, dangerously driven, playing dual parts
A victim of his ignorance, shortsighted pitiful arrogance

Nothing changes on this playground, where life is poorly spent
The dreamer, the doer, the drunken diplomat all under one shabby tent