Status Quo
Underestimated and Misunderstood.
Impotent power courses through our veins.
Glorious self loathing, emotional stains.
Distant binary cousins to a proud mother’s brood.
Hope begets no action but an epoch lottery.
A comedy of pain, fates dealt hand.
Braying as sheep to lion’s men.
Draw our poly swords, don our helms of pottery.
March soldiers march, onward into life’s gaping maw.
