The Paraffin One

2014-11-04 12:00 am

This following poem addresses my peers:
Clearly this year was reminiscent of past,
In fact that nothing of value was cheered.
Clearly this problem of chance is too vast,
To ascertain we need a compass. 
None is available, so we fail by chance,
Not lack of ingenuity to justify trespass,
Nor the hypocrisy interacting with fans,
No, some invisible god blocks our path;
Impossible to pass, without empathy,
Untold giants rest among the math, 
Turtles are shells, medicine is homeopathy.
In regards to that, please take care.
Next years forecast gives me quite a scare.