Feeling the feeling of falling in fickle failings
Pervades with purpose prickly and prosaic
Teetering toweringly tall ten thousand times
Above all allies and agencies
Seeking sorely with sadness, serving
Only the opportunistic oligarchy. Oppressive
In intuitive initiative with little intelligence
Governing governors give gifts of
Nothing; noting not the nobodies that
Come in confidence, confining them in coffins
Of debt defining detractions and subtractions in
Their minor misleading misfortune mirrors in
Some substantial subtlety, shattered and
Cave-in consequentially in Congress but
Darkness drowns the droves of those dedicated and
Lifts loftily so-called “lovers of light” and loss
But bitterly biting the bit in
Forgiving forgetfulness we fall forever
Coming close to the final cataclysm that
We willingly allow to ultimately consume us.
