The Literal Translation

The literal translation doesn't quite deviate
Within the context of its inclusiveness
And its consequences and its vicinity
For measuring sure amounts of completion
Upon the foremost surfaces
Of deceit and inertia
And its sovereign estates
And explanations
And nightmares and missed calls
Wearing their own mood swings
And talking about the usual matters
Of immediate consequences
Without regard for ceremony
Or serendipity
And without sacrifice
Or analysis
Or bogus pep talks
Insulting our intelligence
And degrading our women
And decrying our virtues
And our values
As we silently contemplate
The wasted moments
That were meant to be
And were not meant to cost us
The extreme agony or the embarrassment
And were not meant to bestow
The promises of a benevolent tumor
Or the whispers of a luminous seer