Padded Thoughts Current Version Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Scene Present's seen sane launching pad
by fad fools pinning future hope
on Chance or Destiny, who're glad
responsibility to cope
with misadventure can be had
vicariously as they grope
for sense within web world gone mad.
Most stumble sideways. Luck, good, bad,
is sought from stars, or cards, whose scope
seems all embracing from cell pad
from which mugs foster schemes myope.


27 May 2005 revised 19 November 2008 and 9 February 2021

(19 November 2008)