If it’s true that
Time waits
For no man, yet
Neither does it
Stand still, caught
As we are
In such a debilitating
Conundrum
And drained of any
Feasible exit plan,
It’s not unreasonable to expect
The great unwashed will
Opt for the next up-and-coming
Maelstrom to suck the whole
Godforsaken kit and caboodle
Down, down, down to where
Everything settles in
To the muck
Of just being there.
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