To understand this unsolved mystery,
transcends ability to grasp its scope,
involving more than simple inquiry
of mental test or scientific grope.
Most nights you are a force I can't resist,
when day's fatigue exceeds what one can bear,
like being stuck in fog or hazy mist,
where only you can rescue and repair.
Infrequently you hesitate, elude,
withholding needed dormancy and rest,
perhaps because of apnea or mood,
ignoring me and leaving me distressed.
Regardless of conditions, day or night,
your salve keeps my circadian aright.
Stutter, wait, see, where it will go, when the season rows. Ah the political rot.
Stay, support, the whispering, forgotten few, those who have not.
Sorry, word none to amend, they are lost, vote not available, duress.
Rich man play, they will stay, these are those who we caress.
Thunder praising, morals remorse, the striking failure we adore.
Violent raising, majority ignored, the will of nothing, worshiping gore.
Come the weekly phase, daily unrest, casting fever, mental test.
Intelligent fading, hate the fest, this I say, will not forget, nor gest.
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