The life I have lived

Is fifty shades of grey

It is darkness

And deception

And pain

I would never drink

From the fountain of youth

I would never purposefully

Lengthen my time

On the planet

That has brought me

So much pain

We are all monsters

Every one of us

Some hide their monster

Deep inside

And never let it see the light

But don’t be fooled

If you push the right buttons,

Everyone’s monster

Will come out to play

We can’t hide the evil

That occupies all our souls

Forever

And that’s why the world

Has become a dark place for me

In life I often wander,

as I sit and ponder

the past that has passed me by.

If I could change,

and rearrange,

what exactly would that be?

Nothing.

Why so serious in this thought,

when I can have a day to live my alter-ego,

be what I wish, as I wish,

and do all those things and not be caught.

Would I be one of many saints,

or monsters that plague my imagination?

Perhaps, I need a vacation.

I nether beg nor crawl

like a snake in the grass,

slithering, hiding, waiting,

anticipating,

but were there one thing;

would be finding the fountain of youth;

while drinking a martini with dry vermouth.

What better way to end one day,

and begin another.

sleep at eighty,

rise up at forty-five.

giving old choices new chances,

before eighty comes around once more.

But what would I change or rearrange? Nothing.

These are but a few things,

from my world of fifty shades of gray.

...Fifty Shades

of Gray Monsters

Snake

in the

Grass Fountain

of Youth...

A day in the life of my alter-ego.

#WhySoSerious? #SixCurrentChallengesCombined

We Monsters drink from the Fountain of Youth

I know that seems a bit uncouth

We need to stay young and fresh

To take juicy bites from your flesh

The Snake in the Grass slithers away

As I look up from 50 Shades of Gray

I do my best to look mysterious

And some clown says, “Why so Serious?”

The serum wears off, I transform back to hero

A Day in the Life of My Alter-ego.

On a half abandoned air field

I stand looking out across the runway

there’s thunder in the air,

the sky’s fifty shades of grey

There are snakes in the grass

but the monsters are in the government

they keep the children starving

Media gloates upon their torment

It keeps the aid money rolling in

their coffers for to fill

but they’ve got their fountain of eternal youth

In palace upon the hill

A day in the life of my alter ego

Would be in a place such as this.

To show the rest what a mess we’ve made

And why I’m so serious.