Boris

We sit on  a train

staring into the abyss.

Is this action, really sane?

My fears, you dismiss.

The abyss, coming closer,

the end ever nearer.

You think you’re the composer

but that is a veneer.

You’re but a puppet

on a cut-price budget.

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