Fated failures
Call it preventable
Do it
Post-mortem to your demise
Your predictions prevailed upon nothing
And no one way
Irrelevance lives in the future
While impotence loves the past
Test preposterous metronomes
As you, confidence ham,
Hog the limes and pretend to light
Candles to hide your stink
So evictable
From the house of the rising standard
Deviate off course
And your outbounds will be rougher
As sticky plans gather flies
And make your
Kitchen look disgusting
Who are we to judge
How could we consider ourselves
Competent to the task
Of looking closely at the schematics
And claiming failure is fate
Roman Ryan 