You Say Potato and I Say

The world is a moshpit of passive-aggressive inactions and reactions dressed in mushroom-cloud suits coming soon to destroy a city near you.

You say neither and I say God must’ve gone to bed with a lit cigarette because so many good things these days seem to be turning into ashes instead of angels.

You say tomato and I say there are far too many wine-stained pages in the book of this questionable existence. Still, one shouldn’t consider that tome a tomb. The book of life is still legible and well worth reading.