The Plea Deal

Look, we know The silent screams of yesterday moan on Between the quiet dances with Some random God Queen. All days are like this. All dogs love this. Here it is: Straight from the center of Heartbreak America. The undulating weirdness that is all and Our unifying impulse to label all of the "is all." While yesterday hurls invectives, Future gently nudges with a Presumptive smile, A scheming brain. Now beat it. Just beat it. Be there for your microwave. Avoid going insane. Take heart this is your only life With this inexcusable amount of strife.