Tapping foot against a linoleum floor,
with a quick little tip, then I'm out the door.
Hate to see what is in-store.
Aesthetically pleasing? No, it's gore.

What appears so benign is really ghoulish,
and nothing short of completely foolish.
I have dug a hole far too deep,
can I shake this, should I leap?

With money in pocket and a shaky hand,
I'm lost off-shore, far from land.
There is a way out, but it's not near the surface,
I write today with a purpose.