Seeing as how every moron on this hinterweeb loves to rhyme i figured i'd try to fit in:

For Want of a Poem

For want of a pen,
the whole poem was lost.
Lacking in dreams

despairingly cost
Artistic intent,

the first to get tossed.
Give up on life,
go out and get sauced

amidst the frenzied feet
and the shuffling beat of
rising, rising action.
in a modern Dionysic
techno
trance.

in a singular upheaval
of urban apathy, we’ve
abstained from will
to power the mill
s of production.

grinding time
‘twixt the gears,
here each tooth
a separate year
clocked

between our
generations.

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If i see any comments about punctuation errors or "odd" capitalization, i might go home to a bubble bath, some jamieson and a unopened pack of sterilized (<- why?, might i suggest mommy again?) straight razors. It must be opposite day again because it’s you who're all too stupid to live.