I’ve a contingency for virility
An instinction to pronounce
The facts of this facsimile
of the world that we renounce

The Great Paper-Trail Caper! of the later 2000’s
Lost in the crossways of invisible mountains
of toxic indoctrines that locks it to bars
of iron-wrought pox in this box-in of ours

But where are the holes of oxygen leakings?
Where’s the patrols of paradoxical teachings?
Where’s our paroles from the roles that we’re leading?

We’re so lost in the goals of the old and unneeding
That we’ve forgotten to bandage our souls that are bleeding