A problem is not finite,
The solution will take a minute
A peak a trough the very ultimate
The end a prerequisite of a penultimate
The process is terminally final
Ignore that life is actually tidal
You do not have all the facts
So put away your stupid acts
No signature on a piece of paper
That leaves us just a candle taper
A sniff of perfume a long forgotten hug
To drink no more from a bedside jug
A memory of someone we loved
To the State a liability a burning candle snuffed
With that we must live each and every day
No thought of us you’ve had your way.
thenotsomightyom 