Rules Are Wet Cotton Candy
a fair fighter’s a liar
a man as fake as a nightmare
so what about me
I’m realer than concrete
made of enough steel
to build a penitentiary
but I won’t
I don’t rip endings out of books
when the TV screen screams at me
breaking news all caps
defeat coming soon
it doesn’t even sound like the truth
some folks see an apocalypse always
meanwhile I’ll get through today
and when I look at the horizon
I watch this universe expand