I'll draw the line, it's too far gone,
predictable like dot to dot
to map these problems out again.
Our criminality self-made,
insufferable, ill-timed, insane;
all but an ounce of pride to gain.
Though, guaranteed to cut a loss,
we'll kid ourselves it's worth the cost
for half a gram of happiness,
with half of that stuck on the desk.
We've only got a quarter left:
it's all to play for, do your best.