Fail Slow

By Cliff Lake

 

Fail Slow

 

Indulged.

Coddled and caressed,

All accepted,

All demanded,

All unearned.

The tale of your sins

Trails behind,

A shadow,

Grown larger than you.

All devious,

All denied,

All deserved.

What record reveals?

Placate the masses with distortions and still,

Fail slow.

 

Fail slow,

How low will you go?

This is the row

You chose to hoe.

We drink our health,

As you reap what you sow,

And stand and watch,

As you fail slow.

 

Pieces fall,

The puzzles firms,

Define the edges first.

Murky picture,

Shows abandoned promises,

Marks broken enterprise,

Lensed often,

Still imprecise,

The tale woven dark,

Without regret,

Whispered of in gutters,

And in greasy privacy,

Must not be told open,

But walls have ears,

And you fail slow.

 

Fail slow,

How low will you go?

This is the row

You chose to hoe.

We drink our health,

As you reap what you sow,

And stand and watch,

As you fail slow.

 

Disorganize!

Infect institutions!

Tear down walls!

Use the pieces as blockade!

Bully tactics,

And loud spew

Serve the moment.

Still time marches,

You shadow only darkens:

The weight Sisyphus knows.

When did it take the lead?

Before you,

It seeks to swallow,

You peaked already,

And now fail slow.

 

Fail slow,

How low will you go?

This is the row

You chose to hoe.

We drink our health,

As you reap what you sow,

And stand and watch,

As you fail slow.

 

The tale of your sins

Trails behind,

A shadow,

Grown larger than you…

 

Cliff Lake 10/7/2025

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2025

Location: 1100 S Ocean Blvd, Palm Beach, FL 33480, USA

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