1173.

The year in short sum,
destruction is the answer
at its coming end.

1172.

Full of negative
turns for the hopeful end. Such
a contradiction.

1171.

A drugged specter for
the paranoid. Lost children
of the waning times.

1170.

Where Bukowski's words
come true. Slavery extends
rather than finds end.

1169.

The hook, though, still sinks
on realism. Depressive's
true mass opiate.

1168.

Of course there are still
underlines for a future
lure. Buy into hope.

1167.

An astounding shelf
life on redundancy. If
only some would die.