the straight & narrow

i heard a loud 'thud'
When optimism died
since the day
it's been the straight
and narrow
there's just one route
i don't ask questions
and neither should you, me
when they ask
what has come to pass
fury stews
i slip through the cracks
those that existed from
the word - go
fairy-tale
the December princess
is now bleeding.
there is a hopeless shaped
hole in the ground now
they fill it up
but you see the faint outlines
not enough benzine possibly.
a vial of tempestuousness
is mixed into our morning expresso
patience stirs the pot.
my order is up,
"the straight and narrow, please"
why yes,
polity is still expected