This single man stands for every troubadour who lands sitting on his or her own hands ...
Throughout the long hard lonely years
There's been a drought of healthy tears
Desensitization pervades as youthful vigor fades
However, cynicism and sarcasm abound in spades
Cyclical oral histories further obfuscate mysteries
Yet by far the worst of these escapes abstract bestiaries:
Why does entropy tend to defeat the world's wordy elite?
Signal attenuation atrophies and shorts our circuit's built-in cheat
Gobble up that mouthful with just one breath
Gradation hardly matters unless you score an F
Shrink the package down for global distribution
Since there be no guarantee, expect 0 restitution
The solo hero hands promised lands to those for which he stands — may they trump their soul's demands!
- Purport -
Oh; you didn't get it eh¿
'twas intended to be this way
Rather sorry to cause dismay
But the title is in state of play¡
Image: "Synecdoche" courtesy of Beasts of English.