Mystery 101

At the confluence of convenience and oblivion
At the intersect of disrespect and greed
On the asphalt by the crooked corner store
Where the sidewalk crack is choking back the weeds

On the leafy path of minimum resistance
Where the Lethe rounds the bend among the reeds
And the pavement paves the slide to good intentions
And the monument is meant to mark the deeds

In the indolence of dutiful resentment
In the terrorized, the tortured, and serene
From a generation’s genuine deception
Which oblivion conveniently precedes