By Tarzana Joe



The greatest fear we face each day
Is dealing with “not knowing”
Which one of us would board a bus
Unsure of where it’s going?

For fortune’s cord is never straight
It coils, twists and bends
And so it’s up to poets
To identify the trends

When I announce the path I see
You might think I’ve been drinking
But I conclude our next ordeal
Is clearly global sinking

A bedroom floor’s an open door
A fairway filled with clover
A sidewalk near the Senate
Sees the sinkholes taking over

And oh! The implications!
And they really are profound
You have no leg to stand on
And can’t even trust the ground

They drop you to the poorhouse
And send your wealth to debtland
When someone from the EPA
Declares the hole a wetland

The soil is getting softer
The crust is clearly cracking
And sure as shoot some institute
Will blame it all on fracking

For me that explanation seems
A little hard to swallow
To put the blame of fraking?
Well, it rings a little hollow

When there’s not much to count on
When every soul is straying
In times like these, uncertainties
May soon lead more to praying

Don’t let such insecurity and doubt
Somehow defeat you
In the words of that old Irish prayer
May the road rise up to greet you.



Tarzana Joe, the poet laureate of the Hugh Hewitt Radio Show, can be heard on air in the 3rd hour of the broadcast on most Fridays. His wonderful poetry can be found at

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