In offhand complacence
with little forethought
we offer obeisance
as we yield distraught
Got no appetite for fuming
in righteous indignation
just looking busy consuming
away in resignation
In successive fits of ‘sloptimism’
we pretend: What’s wrong with escapism?
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‘sloptimism’ = (by license) wishful sloppy ‘thinking’; groundless optimism