This groundling's groan grows more like
a growl.
Suspect's too stupid to search and too
prone to prowl.
Lazily leaning away from the world,
listing listlessly,
Putting my ear to the ground to listen,
failing miserably
To hear hide or hair of the fun,
functional or familiar,
I can do little but ask quotidian
questions, like “what am I doing here?”
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