Clear as Mud

Reminiscing about the future
Looking forward to the past
Everything comes guaranteed
But nothing's made to last

Overcoats in summer
Bikinis in the snow
Life passes by so very fast
Whilst moving way too slow

Vagrants live in mansions
Politicians on the street
You must stick to the rules of life
But you're expected to cheat

The army fight barehanded
The pacifists use guns
Tabloids always tell the truth
broadsheets are full of puns

Over the marrital threshold
A man is carried by his wife
9 months later a little boy
Is born to end his life

The dead wish they were living
The living rather dead
Curled up 6 feet under
In a comfy king size bed

In this 21st century digital world
Nothing makes much sense
It's time to choose which side you're on whilst sitting on the fence

Left is right down is up cats bark and dogs meeow
If we stare at the world for long enough we will make sense of it somehow