The Streets of Paris

 

This planet,

Earth,

otherwise known as

the whole wide world,

is a crazy place.

 

In fact, I’m tempted to

even go so far as to call it;

silly.  It is a silly place,

full of comical magnificence’s

on a daily basis.

 

It’s just a bizarre place,

volcanos, deep fissures,

tectonic plate movement,

winds, waves, mountains.

raging seas and clowns.

 

It’s a very silly place,

and it’s no surprise to me that other

possible intelligent life has perhaps,

skipped right over Earth like we skip

the Denny’s in the “bad” part of town.

 

Our ineptness at taking care of

ourselves in fairly staggering,

yet we’ve accomplished so much in

a mere twenty to thirty thousand years.

All with a fat grin on our silly faces.

 

A species of priorities,

mingled with what we want,

what we need and what we

desire in some hilarious mish-mash

of humanity, attempting to govern itself.

 

It is pretty funny,

after it’s all said and done,

an entire planet of clowns and

circuses, bumping into each other like

so many mimes crowding the streets

of Paris, in the rain, on a Tuesday.