Prelude to Predicament

Prelude to predicament not a bad place to be It's before the problems the fix can come easily Foresight so far ahead it's now before-sight Forward focusing failing the present as a slight Might be better follow your outline to the letter Getting them "going got gone"s from the go getter Prelude to predicament not a bad game to play It's before the rule set that the real rules are made It's the tool set that makes a shovel called a spade Compare my arms to fresh boiled linguine pâté Still rubbery, I blindly take the flank yelling cover me Belay the tofutti but keep it vegan and buttery Prelude to predicament not a bad tone to tune Grew tired of the warmth so exhale a steam plume Grew tired of the snark so I went to the park after dark It wasn't so bright We both knew you were right Prelude to predicament not a bad seed to sow It's not the lack of loss that will help us grow There's a watch in my wordle and I'm feeling pissed Crank the de-esser hard and it'll sound like a lisp Prelude to predicament not a bad song to sing It's the conclusive closed mind when presented anything It's hopeful to be groom with his grandmothers ring It's the bumble bee butt raise before the sting Prelude to predicament not a bad noun to verb It's the optimistic nihilist submitting to the absurd Reflect so far back, it's now be-hindsight Retroactively dim the line of sight nightlight It wasn't so bright We both knew you were right