Matzah Time - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

It's the matzah time of season
With an outrage beyond reason
All anger is unleavened
As we say goodbye to heaven
I feel lost in a gefilte world
Where epithets are always hurled
And I'm feeling very grumpy
'Cause the charoset is way too lumpy
The afikoman is in seclusion
Which adds to the delusion
Four cups of whine is not enough
To even out a road so rough
I question when the world did change
Because my soul is feeling strange
Elijah won't becoming soon
In morning light or glow of moon
I won't be going anywhere
The open door's no longer there