Low Bar

You wouldn’t ask for much and wouldn’t get

That few, most modest hopes most likely shatter;

Regard the game as rigged, lack trust, no matter:

Why ask? Try to see both sides of the set.

There’s limbo dance, but there’s no stick abuse:

Low bar is tough when you don’t jump across

But shuffle underneath it, at a loss

Don’t blame the rule since options came in twos.

Be buried slabless, covered by a mound

As shallow as no landmark dares behave

Stone dead inside a dreary prairie grave

Perceived from far for all that void around.

November 10, 2016