Conspiracies and your rants
From underneath the table

She’s disappointed
Abandoned can she be saved?
Thirty and still home

A dim future haunts the youth
Be alive or practical

Talents are wasted
Reality forgets us
And we avoid it

Spitefully you stole our things
To try to remember us

Little creatures crawl
The family heirloom broke
Dreary white lilacs

The denim pants don’t fit
Stop, the step is giving out

Horses side by side
You had reupholstered the chairs
Ticking metronome