Obfuscate or consecrate

Day Twenty-Three: Write a triolet. Or in this case, a TRIO of TRIOLETS. Please hold your applause.

I.
The world spins faster upside down,
so we'll hang on as best we can,
even consider skipping town.
The world spins faster upside down,
makes us feel as though we may drown
and sets fire to many a plan.
The world spins faster upside down,
so we'll hang on as best we can.

II.
A scowl is set upon the brow
of those who'd built this place to last.
They worked the fabric well, but now
a scowl is set upon the brow,
a foreman left to wonder how
ambition left him so outclassed.
A scowl is set upon the brow
of those who'd built this place to last.

III.
Tomorrow brings a better day,
stacked to succeed, the force of will.
The governor is made to say,
"Tomorrow brings a better day,"
though he, at night, will kneel to pray.
Such syllables, they taste of swill.
Tomorrow brings a better day,
stacked to succeed the force of will.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
The Avalanches, Since I Left You