When with reality collides he backslides

He carried on a lot
about urban blight
and societal rot
things not being right

While yearning for action
still right away every day
he kept losing traction
bogged down in the daily fray

So he digressed, slid back de-plumed
self-centered, in ill humor
into that for which he’d been groomed:
an entitled consumer

Unable to take in his stride
how poorly & weakly he tried