Were it
any
wonder,
blamed blunders
from where?
say,
unaware,
whilst time,
rang out
a sunder.

Was it wonder
that fed
undead
paranoia?
the schizophrenic foyer
employs thee,
to idle
a while,
a life.

But heed,
the wonder,
in deed,
fall under
not spells
but wishes,
well,
from folks
whom did not know
as,
well.

Those,
who must come after
(hold laughter)
and dare
to scheme a life,
where,
wife,
husband
and duty
are chore,
and cannot
suffice enough
sustenance
to relieve advert,
empty nest,
addiction,
as a singular sentient
looks lost
for all
conviction