Too slow too few words
so far from cool oh do you feel me nerds?
middle age white dude explain your 401k
I heard about your optimism, not today
and someday stumble on a wall of text
and pray something briefer comes next
Call it the call the imp perverse
you don't got another smoke in your purse
that there's a marker true
dial back the words again get blue
thinking on the murky road ahead
think that I'll curtail the wall of text instead
slower slower till it looks like stopping
less and less words nothing popping
nothing moving not a word in sight
not a glimmer stretching into night
