We'll kick you

and your devotion to sloth wonder

in caveman style

you are only crawling faster

your eyes indent your oblong head

canonized in REM rhythm



you're not standing upright yet



sitting guilty in the spirit

of a passive sinner

oh look

your head

it's like a hospital hosting hypochondriacs"

you got yourself uptight

are there anymore

facts or fiction fit for further alliteration

you seem so safely spoon0fed

and we can't operate on

oblivious



we're not partners in

or paramedics for





this whole world's going to make you a part of it

this whole world is going to leave you out

call someone to alleviate the senses

never let

ever let your body feel

how your mind could leave it



you can see it in our faces

for we have travelled far

your mind is a long divide

a simple fraction of our time

deduct your logic

we'll lock up

or maybe just unlatch it

and throw yourself off

if you were meant for the wealth of applause

would a first floor window have a lock



there are no bleachers by bedsides

people build people in their (your) heads