CHAOS CIRCLE
Driving down lack lane
Vehicles line the lawn
A pile of trash and wood
Where waste has gone
No one to tend the order
Many see the chaotic way
Surviving every moment
Barely getting through the day
Judgement is not welcome
Advice is unkind and rude
They are aware of the condition
And the fact, the soul is nude
One would think, lazy is king
And receptacles can't be bought
It's odd to in-line folk
That one could be at home in filth in rot
Mind systems of fear in charge
Running the thread in circular motion
Effort to remedy is always made
But ends in a futile commotion
...stuck in grief
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-15-2026
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