Moving Forward

The New Orleans of past is no more.  The now is universality.  Arrive and never leave.  Maybe my tour guide Reggie takes my hand in the shower today to guide me through the disease.  I feel appeased and lessened in no way.  MR is onboard today.  We make our own destinies through powerful force positive ACTIONS.  You are poised spitting cobra.  I am fatigued from the Mardi Gras of mind, but I will finish my laundry anyway.  Daily tasks now belong to Reggie.  He tries on the idea of Queen, and vows not to be damned.  Politics plays in the background and I just know that it is all plastic and evil.  Not a soul out there.  I am tired of knowing that they even get paid.  Reggie may bring a crew with a baseball bat for all of you.  They will do their own type of filibuster.  There is no game in politics.  Nothing but evil, without entertainment value, behind your eyes.  I keep it short.  Last resort.