a rash of failings and testy upheavals
oncoming gush of particular evils
take a time now to think it through
your fate you will lose to an indelicate rue

lost stature folded over in napkin style
hidden from the essence of a fateful smile
berated and scorned like a sore loser
stanchions holding back another abuser

leaping into action in avoiding this fate
but fell a bit short, behind a black ball and figure eight
I'll look upon posterity in a fast moving flight
to a new brighter place in ablaze with light