A futureless future that you want no part in,
A future so disliked it will always spin,
A law in life that will always begin,
A nightmare you dream of when you can’t win.

A feeling that’s so atomic,
A bomb that has no logic,
A fire that’s so chaotic,
An end that’s so chronic.

The man that will always be cursed,
The feelings that felt they can burst,
The sadness that came first,
The thought of the worst.

Something that you will never admire,
The news that’s always dire,
A part that will never expire,
A trap you see with no wire.

Many victims of this affliction,
To them it’s like a constriction,
And to it it’s an addiction,
And we all think it’s fiction.