Rock bottom sucks, but it's worse
When there's no name for where you were.
Ridiculous found sublime, and ran into it
At the speed of one thing after another, went through it,
A road-construction detour of a serpentine day
Composed of distracted, misdirected delay.
Unavailed by any of your objections or actions,
Unable to either resist or pursue you attractions,
Flailing desperately at each quarter of a chance,
and all you want is just one date or one dance.
If you're looking for two minutes of time, you get one,
Or for one last gasp, then you're already done.
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