The Female Predator: (Opportunist/Predator Score) or Waitin' for the Cain - insert harmonica whine here

La La La Looking for the innocent, La!

La La La, The needy, desperate, and others

La Laaaaaa!

(enter the main character, standing up, looking a little

puffy (winded)

Countdown 1 and 2 and 3 and…….

Didn’t do it, didn’t do it, I didn’t do it

Didn’t do it, didn’t do it, I didn’t do it

(5 more times -  at least)

(main character introspects with paranoia

guile, and terror, crouched over in fetal

position     – but, admittedly, in a nice suit)

I am bare!!!!!

They (?) are after me, Circle the wagons!

Bring in the laundry! Burn the pictures!

No!!!!  I am innocent, I am put upon!

It is I who must suffer the arrows of

Other’s despair – what price must I pay!!!!

Am I not already discriminated against?

O! Clinton, Kennedy, and Thomas –

(and the tribe of abusive elders)

Protect me now!!

Is not my desire as great as yours??

Am I not your brother?!!?

Didn’t do it, didn’t do it, I didn’t do it

Didn’t do it, didn’t do it, I didn’t do it

(repeat interminably or at least 4 times)

Much later…………

(standing, looking sideways adjusting his lapel…)

Ok, I did it.

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Drum roll (buh dum dum) 

Is There Any Question

The whole society is addicted.

To calmness, prescription and illicit drugs,

Coffee, tea, fashion, themselves,

Another person, a group, a schedule,

Money, the nomenclature

Of hierarchy, slotting people

Into boxes, observation, murder,

Evangelism, servitude, misanthropy,

Authority, personal revolution,

Dust, litigiousness, vampires,

Sexual preference, dietary

Requirements, Bohemia,denial,

Self-importance, disease, counting,

Topical applications of antibiotic creams,

and Platonic theory.

Just a few that come to mind.

Time

“Time waits for no one and it won’t wait for me”*

The light changes in our waking dream,

But not the number of hours in the day,

Or days in a week, or weeks in a month,

Every day holds precious moments,

Of work, consciousness, opportunity,

The continuum holds us in its fabric,

And we do not know where we will go,

When we step across the space,

Filled with stars and focusing lights,

But we move onward,  toward the reality,

Of new possibilities.

Rolling Stones said that*