Doubt
He comes, though knowing not the hour
We wait, though many claim the power
To delineate, the moment he'll arrive.
We bait, our collective breath
And hold, through prediction's death
Still wrong, no matter how we strive.
Every system of prediction
Leads some to duty's dereliction
Seeking the moment hope's revealed.
Seems said moment never comes
Turning faith to skeptics, some
Doubt that he remains concealed.
Instead suspect he never was
And therefore that he never does
Deliver anything, beg us understand
That algebra and varied sums
Tell us that he never comes
There is no Pizza Hut Delivery Man.
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