out of time
out of luck
and no faith in divine intervention
prick myself to bleed
new blood will bring redemption
i'm not the only one left
scorned by your society
no faith in common decency
no love, no free society
no love for productivity.

we all serve no purpose, forever
mired in a broken recursive function
that lacks a base case.

mr. smith never envisioned this
vicious cycle of unending growth
with no chance to contemplate,
no pause or interrupt or Ctrl-C.