Quick

Bisquick,
A latent trick.
Elements
That make me sick.

Find fault
With a big stick.
Poke and prod.
A good swift kick.

Round the Rosy,
Collapsing ring.
No one cares
And nothing brings.

We light a candle
And nobody sings.
Once, it mattered
Now it stings.

Open the curtain
And dim the lights.
Go for broke
And hit the heights.

But oh what sights 
They'll see.
And oh what thoughts
We'll miss.

Serving our fate,
With instant
comfort
on a plate.