Planner’s Impulse

I have a message for the future:
Do what I say
At the time I instruct
Your existence is predicated on mine,
According to mind,

And thus we have each other in
The mutually assured bind
That is the only guarantee of peace

Every step is prescription
According to plan
Made of space and conscription
The present my lonely arm span

Under a storm that umbrellas
Over the law and the hand
I carry the force of flagella
My cells operate on demand

Lightning and rain are no issue
When all that I say will become
Don't hand me ever a tissue
If somehow I'm struck by the glum

Control is the name of this game
As every good human must know
Loosen your grip and be shamed
Unless you've retired to slow

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