cruisin cruisin cruisin, then realize to you going wrong way 

poem i wrote in 2004 about king lear

In mind Lear switches roles with his fool

When he splits ‘tween his falser daughters his pool.

For Lear b’leived his daughters lies, and Gloucester his son’s,

Both without a second thought, forsaking the ones

Who cared one bit how their dear fathers fared.

For this Lear gained madness, the other: sockets bare.

Edgar becomes Poor Tom, ragged and forlorn

As daughters cursed their father; tossed him out into the storm.

And while out raging in this terrible weather

To the Gods, Lear realizes, than an ant he’s no better.

Eventually he’s reunited with Cordelia, enamored,

Unfortunately just before they’re sent to the slammer.

France returns to try and offer his protection:

The war begins and ends in one stage direction.

Now most everyone’s dead, the good and the bad

‘Cept Albany, Kent, and Edgar, the only to survive Dad.

All fates were turned sour by the hubris of a few;

They didn’t take to heart: you just gotta do what you gotta do.

If the inhabitants of Earth learned to live in their place

Men’s lives would occupy such a happier space.

deliverance from hope and disappointment