marking more finals

there is so much here that is tired and trite
past the misspellings and the weird syntax
you come to thought that is weak and lax
vision that misses what is out in plain sight
clichés that have been polished almost bright
inanity stretching almost beyond the max
you want to prune the nonsense with an axe
but know that you will never have that right
to tell the truth though would be very bold
they turn on tears as if they had a tap
and thinking seems to them a waste of time
you wonder at just why you feel so old
at your great patience in the face of crap
and how they drive you to the thought of crime