Tomorrow could be a much worst drill
So, you jump off the couch and spill
Whatever you are quietly drinking
Existence turns to amber lights blinking
When the fear of the day to come brings no joys
You tick past the threshold of your old ploys
And with each trick you sink deeper into betrayal
To embrace void and cruel reality of frantic denial
Tell ego to give up pride’s empty dignity
And will modesty to stick up for humility
Let them live within the margins of probity
Only then are we resolved into a just humanity
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