Random ( II and a half )

Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’—

My marbles are patrollin’—

I asked them where they’re goin’

But they won’t say why.

Sanity’s vacationed,

My thoughts are all claymation,

And someone changed my ringtone

To a rooster’s lullaby.

The toaster gave a lecture,

The rug declared a coup,

The fridge insists it’s royalty

And wants its own shampoo.

So here I sit, just smilin’,

Reality’s on mute—

If life’s a grand procession…

I’m followin’ a flute.