Snail like progression sliming through the tunnel
Millipede movement burrowing through the earth
Clients’ necessary evils customers’ great distractions
Mountains of excuses drain out the serene
Apathy disdain insolence motto of these recruits
Communal servants lords of the reign
Our public meals are now obsolete
Breakfast is slow lunch late dinner dead
Failing in the midst of plenty like the robber sacking all in your path
Nagging like the constant dripping of a leaking roof
Stressing the weary with your own songs of gloom
Misplaced aggression trampling the psyche of the weary
Purloining the proceeds of the inhabitants eating the harvest of the drained
A swagger a curse and a pen completes the scam
Ravenous eyes devouring the labor of the innocent
Porous pipes delivering no relief
Fabricating tales to wrap your clumsiness
Deceit told with forthrightness tardiness clothed in arrogance
As the dripping of rain so the nation drains
