The structure is falling apart, bootleg / shade tree mechanics that thought they could fix things contribute to the confusion.
The saga / struggle continues aka life goes on as the toil and strife goes on; even per this HumpDay Extravaganza some are winning and some are losing.
Some go through a combination of both some even took an oath but they won’t uphold it.
Running games is the deal, bitcoins / cryptocurrency some will steal along with democracy; “ain’t no love in the heart of the city”.
That’s word from Bobby Blue Bland! somebody will understand as even disco lights stopped blinking, and the vinyl skipped on the turntable, no help from duct tape so no more dancing stars or even dancing atoms. Some didn’t understand, wishing it was simple / hoping / wishing sounding like the Jackson 5 asking Maybe Tomorrow they’ll be back? no, they disappeared like phantoms. Their structure fell apart but their constituents said they had heart; secrets behind their smile determined by morticians? Their history was foul! duct tape couldn’t hold together the previous stories they were sticking to; maybe it’ll be cleaned up by politicians!
I wasn’t feeling that style; negative impressions made as the structure falls apart!
It’s going to take more than duct tape to get it straight but bootleg and shade tree mechanics still try to play their part!