Our Father in a Tin Box ~ Monday, August 11, 2025

You were loved but now you're dead, we forget
out of sight, out of mind, as we're all blind
until perspective becomes understood

weakness is the norm of the strong man, bet
each person cannot help vested interests
responsibility, those left behind
embark on a journey for nothing good

left behind, the rupture within space-time
obedient creatures fail at these tests
visual conundrums made to shut down
escape pod activity from without
despite the likelihood people will drown

brilliant summation of the facts, we doubt
under certain conditions, if no crime
testimony exists then drop a dime

nervously down the slot, dial the number
or pull my arm as I am the machine
wondrously simple yet absurdly hard

yesterday, you went from dumb to dumber
only now you're in charge of the chain store
until you're not, just a blip on the screen
rest assured such a life as a dullard
evokes sympathy without much respect

death once full of honor, now just a bore
everyone just wants to have fun, money
as an asset pays off the bills, collect
debts until the ceiling leaks with honey

wisdom, empty bottles drip from neglect
ennervate the economy, expect
foreign entities to clean up your mess
objective unreciprocated love
rejected advances, novel approach
girl in a whirlpool, in a vortex, guess
exactly where to find her, hand in glove
taste the bittersweet, we smoked your last roach

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