Outside the usual longitude and latitude
sat an uncommon place,
one with zero gratitude
or an ounce of grace.
The story goes like this:
the rules were what each one wished,
every issue was unceremoniously
settled with a fist,
the words 'thank you', therefore,
were often missed.
Children became parents,
parents became children,
with wisdom no longer
an inheritance,
good sense fell on its head
and became broken.
With nothing but foolishness
in their blood,
such a place was hard to defend,
and like a flood, it raged,
so it was until the bitter end.
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 2:35 AM UTC
Outside the usual longitude and latitude
sat an uncommon place,
one with zero gratitude
or an ounce of grace.
The story goes like this:
the rules were what each one wished,
every issue was unceremoniously
settled with a fist,
the words 'thank you', therefore,
were often missed.
Children became parents,
parents became children,
with wisdom no longer
an inheritance,
good sense fell on its head
and became broken.
With nothing but foolishness
in their blood,
such a place was hard to defend,
and like a flood, it raged,
so it was until the bitter end.
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