YOU’VE ARRIVED AT THE END.

Like a one trick pony
Without the trick;
A bag of phoney
Magic.

A two man town
Without the sense
To vault them
Over fences.

A three act show
Without a crowd,
Or first encore
Allowed.

An increased demand
Without supply,
A live wet land
To dry.

A system strained,
But without sieves,
And many drains
To live.

A world filled out
Where nothing fits,
And twice the mouth
As tits.