Ash

Tutankhamen
And Top Ramen.
Follow fever
Eager beaver.

Tidy epic,
Epileptic,
Fashion forward
Just rewarder.

Follow leader
Parking meter.
Tiny tots
Enormous dots.

Hog the room,
Doom and gloom.
Things grow darker,
Without Bob Barker.

Acting fancy,
Walker Nancy
Finds her way
Every single day,

Towards the spot.
Starts to blot
And dab the stain,
With sad refrain.

But truth will out
And run about.
Are we willing?
Not really feeling

Times are tough
Off the cuff.
Holes like ashes
Floating camel sashes

To singe our feelings.
Find us reeling,
When we wish
You would quit.

10/23/20