“WHAT NEXT?” a poem November 18, 2019 (Moon Day)


“WHAT NEXT?” a poem November 18, 2019 (Moon Day)

How topsy turvy would your world beIFyOU KNEW, there WAS no Shakespeare,

And that Francis Bacon “penned” it all , each sardonic laugh and tear?

And would it change your thoughts about Outer Space, IF you knew The Moon Landing had never been?

Would that erode your confidence inThe Government, who might, you know, once again,

FAKE A LANDING out in SPACE or release “The Aliens” in pris(s)on?

“What else,” you might ask, “have I been deceived about? What else am I missin’?”

Like, WHAT IF “The Illuminati” is planning to destroy most of The Human Race?

And “they” HIRED several people THAT day in Dallas,

To kill JOHN before Jackie’s face?

& WHAT IF Marilyn (Monroe, of course) was poisoned because she was a threat,

To the reputations of important men? Would it make you fret,

To know that a man in Galilee (and nobody knows his real name),

Wrote a bunch of STORIES of fabricated escapades, & that’s how The Bible came?

And how SAID AUTHOR was schizophrenic with 12 distinct personas,

Each representing a single disciple? AND, HERE, My Friend’S A BONUS:

What IF you discovered THERE’S NO SANTA; would that startle you?

Might’n it make you doubt your parents’ love and tempt you to even sue?

But, OF COURSE, I’m [L.O.L.] just making this all up; we have ALWAYSbeenGivenall HISTORICAL FACT,

But WHAT IF none of this matters anyway? BecauseWE’re[All]aDREAM,


fin <3



Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)