An illness befalls the land
Unlucky as it seems, lessons to learn
The walls that separate us then
Do not stand in the present term
Unsolicited advice slips through
The mind as porous as one's skin
A heightened sense beyond the pale
Shared among a shopping line of dominoes
Tattooed with whatever is fit to print
Lest we run out of paper, come next edition
Buying the latest opinion on sale
Easily consumed and lacking nutrition
Toppling, one after another
A homogeneous room of deafening echoes
Shakes me awake to an upright gait
Slamming the snooze, postponing the blues