Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Tar vi i med vett å vilja
eller sitter vi i mjuk fåtölj
å dillar bara persilja
kollar mest vår aktieportfölj?
Helst idka framförhållning
som den enda verkligheten?
Pocka på underhållning?
Skratta åt all hjärtlösheten?
Hänförda i vår investeringsvilja
mens emot mest annat kännes motvilja?
Up the rose strewn trail scented
rushes the frantic fool
dizzy, common sense dented
like a kid out of school
We’re unfazed
hasty, dazed
our eyes glazed
all sense razed
Aroused to love romantic
what thrilling perception
our life’s unrivaled antic
of passion, deception
A game by a Creator ‘demented’
assures new generations tormented
Don’t anguish or you’re a fool
just feel joyous, free of resent
do as told in Bible School
just humble yourself & lament
While if secular you’re a fool
blind to Trump the butt of steed
still hailing him as The Lord’s Tool
despite his hate, lies & greed
Someone who’ll never relent
and incapable to repent