Bloom County 2019 by Berkeley Breathed for November 16, 2017

I look down at a strange new world

With bathrobe ’round me half-unfurled,

With lack of motive, lack of time,

With lack of reason, lack of rhyme.

In times that I once thought I ruled,

I learned how badly I had fooled

Myself in thinking I couldn’t be stopped…

And now this tree is newly topped.

I too question the mug. Why bother? Let it rain.

Beer for breakfast?

There once was a man in a tree

Who had nowhere else to pee.

He took out a cup

And filled the thing up…

And later forgot it’s not tea.

Ruminations with Rosebud, by Steve Dallas, Esq., a.k.a. “Chester Molester,” on the New World Order of things for his ilk….

…Why am I able to fully stand up in the top of a tree?

The gals better have umbrellas.

Looks like a cat on his mug. Garfield, perhaps?