Flying at the speed of shame
to be forever late,
but send a barrage of apologies
to drown you in a thousand sorrys,
A broken vase
with good intentions
of which shards cry,
s-o-r-r-y.
Watch him thwart the plans
of hand-eye coordination
and good timekeeping,
for he will never fail
he will never cease
to be so endlessly,
endlessly
Disappointing.
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