Wiseacres

 And there we were

Waiting outside the arcade.

Someone said the future

Hit pause, had been delayed.

Instead of taking action

Some just prayed.

Giving into bias

Those folks were played.

They stumbled into chaos

Instead of that promised crusade.

Meanwhile ...

Noah fumbled with his change

When it came time to park.

Below, the many pairs were restless.

Some began to bark.

Every fuse needs its spark,

like every tooth seeks its shark.

Like every junkie

fears his narc.

Doesn't take long

for things to go amiss

And tumble directly

into the deepest abyss.

No goodbye, no farewell

No parting kiss.

"Me, I'm just in this

To find eternal bliss,"

said the Joan of Arc

of Shakespeare snark.