Water And Oil Poem by Patti Masterman

I've learned not to trust the status quo
While everyone's in fits
Over the latest custom of culture
I'm left curiously colder
Unmoved

I distrust popular movies, popular mindset
Political correctness and preaching
(I can get that in church for free)
I've found through hit and miss
That I prefer the borderline

I'll just keep to the barely legal
Minimum and maximum, thanks-
No axles; or twenty of them
I find profitability graphs a bore
And I'll never have to fear popularity

Maybe in a hundred years I'll realize my error
When that humdrum stuff is still limping along
Under it's own predictable steam
And I'm dead, forgotten dust
I'll be much happier then, as dust-

A fine dust, settled down imperceptibly
On one hit wonders, and unsurprising blitzkriegs
Water and oil can never mix
So go on and surprise me
I'll be waiting.