Morass

As we see of a day unforgettable Of a great betrayal, As we were mired in a misadventure We saw the mirthless smiles of that great betrayal We, the givers of great positions Through the mire our names were dragged. Like a minx they were to us, But we are minions who do as told Our wrinkled smiles were like that of a stigmatized minger Milk-sop we were called; A milkweed would be preferred to us Could this a mid life crisis be? NO!! A long life crisis I should say Cause a middle ground we can't find Dejection was our intimate friend. The only help we could get was A foul microdermabrasion which made Our lives a formless formidable LATRINE.