The Format Lacks Imagination Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Same channels,
Over and over,
No progress, the same results and answers that didn't work the first time are waiting in the end
The format lacks imagination,
But few care to put the time in to change it
Sometimes you have to be the hard guy with the big hammer, refusing their menial efforts,
It may temporarily damage your sights, but not hurt the eyes
In moments when overtures from the private sector seem limp, frail, and preposterous,
Recall that soapboxing for 12 rounds may ease the temperament for a spell,
Possibly restoring some faith in the human condition that was stripped away through bad processes