Why
A marathon of answers
Unsure
If
They correspond
With the
Hasty, useless
Questions

Posed
By those
Set on the confusion
Of the ones
Forced
To ponder

Fatigue
Sweeps thoughts away
In a murky
Flood
Nothing but debris
And pollution

Dreading
The continuation
Of
Carrying lead
Hidden
In the faux smiles
Of the creators
The deliberators