Count to the fourth degree

By Gabriel Ricard

You're not remarkable

But rather a keeper

Of dull, relentless thoughts

A nurse to things that follow

The rest of us about

Like children, crippled and blind

So obviously you're failing at this job

And you seem to claim

The outsiders against you

All of us? You refuse to answer

Only blaming, pointing, begging

For us to die quickly

So you can do what you set out to accomplish

I promised to see you home one day

Plans are fading to let this happen

I had hoped it would be so easy

For you to make me go against

What I really felt

As always

You disappoint me