Every waking moment feels like crunch time, the closing bell,

The pressure is outstanding, such a ruthless reality,

Suffering from a wide-ranging deficiency of self-awareness,

Lacking a provenance to identify with, useful only in a recreational sense,

Eavesdropping on futility, teeming with insubstantial gains,

Writ small, an obtuse account of life on the lame

Cadging for a response to a solemn palaver,

Mainlining for minus the agonizing content,

Refusing to have a progeny inserted into these circumstances of mendacity,

For contending with the meddlesome conditions handed forth is undoubtedly daft