(T-1435)

Bad days sicken the soul–
the favorite team loses, the dog
gets hit by a car, the price of eggs
hovers near ten dollars a dozen

And the country is lost.
Not lost in the eyes of the stupid,
Not lost to the oblivious,
Lost nonetheless.

When it hits the unaware,
The dam will have already burst,
And their cries to run,
will be swallowed up by the night.


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