Ponder

It’s easy to think you’re in control,
After all, it could feel like parole;
When you roll with them ‘major roles’
Yeah, many will find this a troll.
Hear the drumroll…they call them tumtum,
Merry to the doll on one end,
Dreary to the soul on the dead end.

Tried to burrow the earth,
Turns out it’s hollow,
But more precisely…it’s shallow
On whom to follow, gallows everywhere.
No longer the era of….
Know how…. but of
How now?