There’s a traffic jam in my head,
The circus is escaping out the back while no one is looking.
Somebody forgot to make a plan for contingencies,
We always forget the damn contingencies.
Why do they never account for shit hitting the fan?
It’s inevitable, unavoidable -
Stop being a pessimist they say at the meeting,
But it’s not pessimism, it’s pragmatism.
Somebody has to look out for the Spanish Inquisition,
Or that shit will blindside you every time.
Creating my own sunshine 🌞