How Sad

7/3/22 Still mulling Soon to be culling Something always pulling The same can be said for lulling As well as constant gulling With little if any way of nulling From neglect sharpened objects began dulling In a cage, behind a fence or unleashed Still a bunch of sheep One creep sunk teeth Now the victim's family must weep Rarely getting much sleep It's been years not just some week Does little good to just cheat The answers run deep But they do not come cheap What was once bleak Turned into treasure instead of a junk heap Truth be told, it takes a lot of upkeep Wow man It's really gotten out of hand Nearly everything is now a scam Done through a screen and with a mousepad How sad Many in power still corrupted walking around like a proud man For a long time, I was down bad Took a tougher stance Then I discovered that It's a continual puppet dance All these s get rich off other's backs Slip up you'll go under fast Not getting another chance As they attempt to cover tracks In comes a younger cat Occasionally got to where need be by way of hovercraft