In my extreme boredom and randomness, I wrote a poem. I hope you enjoy (or at least understand it)

Brussels Sprouts Magnolias

Root beer's my cracker jack

And now there's gumdrops in the sky.

What is meaning? I see none.

Is it all a dream of my worthless rut?

Marshmallow Candy Cane Rainbows

Are what I crave to make the earth spin.

Absurdity can be reeling sometimes,

I can see it plain and true.

Maybe I can think of a simpler tune.

I wish it was summertime.

The Air smelled of fresh lettuce wrappers,

Trailing through the breeze.

The confiding heat lulled me into satisfaction.

The leaves are crinkling, the air is becoming chilly,

Pumpkins are being mutilated,

And confections are being hidden in baskets, by the bushel, pound, and liter.

I can sense the time growing shorter,

As it's getting longer.

I patiently await my fate,

Although destiny is something I cannot decide.

When the snow falls,

And thaws anew,

I know that new awakenings are still unseen.

Should I stay my course,

Or should I don a new mask, cape, costume?

If the months could tell, it would be obvious

When the towers will ring.

As it rests, it waits and schemes,

A horizon is straying into view,

The season's just beginning.

Mash up conversations will do better

When gently soaked in market stew cola laps.

When doom deems itself worthy of sitting next to garland,

They should realize that the pockets are tearing without ducts.

Free books are a crock at integrity,

Justice cannot be served, nor taught, nor read,

As we rest in our seats, too sedentary to care any longer.

Monsters whip around insanity closets,

Trample around the dirt, gutting every passenger in the tramway,

Possibly as compensating for their shrilly noses, which cause their tiny voices

To pierce the souls of all who distrust them.

I fear that I am bulging from my senses,

My magical cocoon no longer stabilizing the vicious reality that is my mind.

I should never have let it wander, as I still had three more payments left.