Before the sun has risen yet;
The piddle of a little pup
Where there should be nothing that's wet;
The drip of raindrops on the floor
In spite of what should be a roof;
The politicians who deplore
Good policy based on bad proof;
The hours traffic wastes each year
From lack of public transportation;
The time I spent in useless fear
Or seeking missing motivation;
These haunt me, but can be ignored
If you are here to be adored.
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