leaving spaces vacant
all time erases
complacent patrons
nearing the end
of a long road
otherwise known
as patience
blatant irregularities
combatant singularity
revel in the hilarity
of how this has
turned sour, like
month old dairy
already milked
the moment
for all it's worth
time to give this
place a wide berth
hard not to be
the first to smirk
at shirked responsibility