A truly bad poem written in La Guardia Airport

Never been a positive
The prairie vista’s lack the trees
Boreal pressure creates illusions
The view from the mountain top

Always seems the apex

Enforces human interaction
As Birnham Wood approaches
The critical moment crowds near
Life is a collective, a system

Many uncontrolled parts

Is a social stabilizer
Chaos is not a border, nor a choice
The tree line divides but connects
Social systems continually evolve

She is my brother, in my space