The Wormhole

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