No Perky Girls Or Swollen Packages And No Damn Light In The Loafers

Buddy didn’t believe the Earth was turning

At one thousand miles an hour.

And Buddy never thought he’d see the day

Where idiots had the power

To alter his reality

Something he had thought to be

A making made by him.

But chances now were slim.

To exist as he wanted.

The future, undaunted,

Forced it’s will upon him.

Buddy couldn’t begin

To understand that power.

That grew by the hour.

And if, by chance, that power won,

Then Buddy knows he had not done

All that he could have

Should have

And can do now.