The Downward Spiral

Aaaaaaah!

Unless there are reasons to comfort myself
To provide disguise inside the discourse
The stored procedures, the open positions
On my private stock exchange.

Inside I believe
I am wasting my time
To administer the everyday
Semilethal dose.

Distract my mind
Purposely, to optimize
The gross resources
And pass towards the undesired bizarre
Success.

Uh!
Mess up my mind!

There used to be a stable control device
That would track the line
Now the up-to-date build has advanced to provide
The nonconformist discomfort.

And ever faster
Watch for the chance
No, there's time for excuses
When all has been done.

Nothing will override the applied designs
Nothing will overrule my mind.

Once there is no control device
Never walk the line
Again, now you're free to advance to
The uncontested discomfort.

The downward spiral.

Down
Round and round
Spinning ever faster
To the final focal point
Reversely defined
Satisfied?
Now go short!