The Quick & The Dead

Physical reality, the worst of all things
Ability and ambition shot through,
Glasses of wine between making and working,
Flashback and flashforward for something to do.

To live is to move, mobility is all
Staying still is to admit a defeat,
But with feedbacks and deedbacks assaulting your senses
The nightmares and daymares are actually neat.

So sit there and play with your food once again,
Though the appetites now something you dread,
Imagination is all we have left to us now
In the land of the quick or the dead.