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