Predictability Poem by GRANT FRASER

I have problems
understanding your
kind of predictability,

It's not boring though,
but it just doesn't fit
what we're doing...

As I end up, consternated,
chewing bits of sky off!

Don't get angry with me chum!
it's not to my advantage,
disappointment holds me
captive everywhere,

Cause the Societal's have really
let us down,
and well do we know it...

As the wing mirror detects,
knocks back the moment,
call it the 'know-know',
all fates of time, whitewashed over,

You let everything slip by,
because advantage takers
is all there is,
abounding this trammeled Orb...

But Marcus is truly right, in places,
and I should learn to let things go,
oh! Meditate! accelerate in wisdom,

Time is allotted...