(a bit of doggerel to send off the day)

It being a work day, I set off through the garage this morning, where I tripped over an allegory someone had left out.

I tried to stuff it under an old polemic, but there wasn't room. While I was looking for a place to hide the silly thing, I slipped on a tangent, slid through the detritus of various digressions, smack into an old soapbox.

When a cabinet full of lost similes and metaphors collapsed on me. Desparate to find someplace a little less crowded, someplace I could recover my focus and train of thought, I crawled out through the mouth of madness into the winds of change.

Exhausted, I collapsed into my driver's seat and set out for someplace nice, safe, and quiet: the Courts of Chaos.