You only just slipped it in,
you menace, you criminal,
but this is what happens when
you start playing with the nature
of what a day means,
to yourself, to the world,
your time bent and frac tured
because of your obsession with
endings!

Though ending is correct in
this happenstance, for the time
spent has equalled a hundred
and the feature creep of stagnation
seems to be striding that horizon
but you will not let it stay,
it shall never be a guest of
your limitless hotel,
where the clientele looms
across.

You board it up and batter
hands with keys, they feel they
have the right and the power
and sure, maybe one day
long ago, when standards
were a crumble they had a
point, but today with this
vast floor of future stretching
into time, this is false.