A person is an agenda.
Agendas eat clocks; they gobble wallets.
What we want rules who we haunt.
Agendas are often bent, from beating down dissent.
We crave control; we hoe one row.
Agendas first list, then they topple.
Old agenda’s never die; they just go live in retirement homes.
Driving forces frequent ditches.
Agenda; impedimenta.
Agendas rule the board room; they are controlled from the back room.
There is no end to the personal agend.