Royal Flush

  Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, I thought and thought until at last I had a theory. 

  Miss jointed thoughts all come together at one place, and it is thee place to be. All who are hip to the truth, hang out at the Revelation Bar and Grill. In it, should you have the courage to venture in, you'll find the brightest of the bright, those who are known to exude the light of wisdom wherever they go. It is I should mention, quite an exclusive club, even though it is open to all. But most are unaware that this club even exists, and go whizzing by the place, riding just as fast as they can ride. They are all hell bent for leather, on the international highway known, as the highway to hell. And if you were able to stop and ask one of these fools and ask them why they are in such a rush, to get to a place that no one knows, you will most likely get a blank stare, because they themselves have no idea. Just following the crowd some would say before rushing off yet again. 

  Caught up in the moment they are, caught in the madness of now. In to big a rush to stop for a while, and maybe even smell the sweet orchids that grow on the sides of the highway near Revelation's watering hole. Sadly, Americans in this throng of humanity are the ones who set the tone. Because if we as Americans choose the narrow path rather than the expressway, the others will follow suit.