The Wormhole
Stepped into a wormhole again today
Stumbling through a never-ending day
Where trouble comes to laugh and play
And solid ground just fades away
The crow on the line has come to stay
He never has anything nice to say
This tired old body finds no place to lay
And there’s no color, every thing is gray
If you try to fix it, there’ll be hell to pay
Like fire in the kiln for this old jar of clay
This day started out in the usual way
But into this wormhole I happened to stray
To Murphy’s dimension in all of its array
With its one law sitting on proud display
Until my whole life is in complete disarray
And every decision causes extreme melee
I don’t know that I can adequately convey
Did I say, I stepped into a wormhole today