$PSGR to Until2017

To make you feel a little better; the following MAY be the worst poem EVER:


When making a financial decision,
(Until the results are finalized)
No need to hold oneself in derision
(As if one was lobotomized)

Once the clock is set in motion
(All hope the gears are oiled)
One will find no magic potion
(To salve the wasted hours toiled)

The end may come slow or fast
(There's no real way to know)
One may state Kiss My Ass
(Or tell someone where to go)

Twenty years of waiting
(With no clock's chimes or bell)
To keep for times of hating
(I just tell'em Go to Hell)

Saints, Liars, Thieves, or Fools
(I really don't know for sure)
(No matter how I view them)
(They seem to lack)
The most basic mental tools.