Today is a day like any other day.
On a day like today, the same old things happen.
A red Pegasus still flies in downtown Dallas.
And a red Omicron virus still kills the unvaccinated people.
The dance of future people still steps forward in rhythm.
Although they dance towards visions apocalyptic, a bleak future.
And I try dancing too, though on feet made painful with arthritis.
Nothing out of the ordinary happens today.
Except for some blank verse of worrisome tone and theme.
Written by the potentially worst poet who ever lived.