Scouting for virtue,

What marinated in the mind escaped the pen,

Voiding the promise of interesting thought

Mouth went to potty, acts became hysterical,

All in the name of instant identification

Today’s darkness has matured into early light,

Sponsored by a forgotten shadow,

Face painted in what counts for integrity,

Marching down a road named after a deceased president, representing a semblance of normalcy

Yet until the Earth we know is put to sleep,

We can always carry the optimism that someday we’ll be polished