why must our presence
present as pendulous peril
perpetually passing
between plausible purpose
and predisposed plight
prolonging pandemonium
to placate pedestrian pedantry
perpetrated by apathetic progenitors
to please their pathetically primitive
predilection for perpetuant personal prospect
through perfunctory procreation
parsimoniously placing province
and perdurable pain
on the passively plucked
personifications
of their phantom permanence?
[image credit: Vittorio Zecchin]
Max, or Not 