"Changes made without precision" By Ben Goode 2016 (c)

The content, but also lament, 
Changes jumble, tossed like dice that tumble. 
Lips overlap a kiss that's lace, 
Torn as the spider's silk in space. 
The orb descends in frustration, anger, 
Change in the situation. 
Love a joke told by a bad comedian, 
No future is seen by the medium. 
Go again around in indecision. 
Changes made without precision.