Trained, qualified, experienced, what's not to like?
A welcome grace coming from the weather station
Not even interested, the better to request same
Nothing said or mentioned, rotting on the vine
Being good within reason is all that matters.
Written to be seen, incriminating overtures
Crash and burn over presentment, what it really means
The garrulous phases reading through scripts
The irrelevant moniker rolling a sort of dice
Bleeding love songs roped in to dissuade,
Contacting betters for sake of another argument
Watching through the meltdown for closure
Satisfied over history, if not future plans
Common parlance piquing the degenerate
No answer given, at least a long shot.
Future being better tomorrow, as happily declared
Arresting the steal, en route to world king
Not sitting beside me, the better to pay attention
Failure growing into glory, eventually
Always thinking the worst, resting this case.
The arclight fixates on the good on the ground
Great in the field, stumbling on high art
Invitation to better things, a charitable sort
The academic rot clashes on its own reckoning
Fingers in pies, fanfares redoubling its efforts.
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