Quatrain of Head In Sand - 1854

Quatrain of Head In Sand

Head in Sand - when your rear is pointed
toward the skies

Behold! When you saw reality, it
frighten you speechless -
you lost the last
vestige of
sanity.

Is was so bad, you now tell lies
about failures of past
deeds, with every
other word a
profanity!

Get a grip on reason, let it flow
like wine you gulp; inhale
smoke from your
doobie without
choking,

One day, you will learn , the world
has consequences for bad
choices; you will
know I wasn't
joking.

Yorktown Disciple
2001