Nov 15, 2017

Uncomfortable Creatures

Leaning into our leisures
With increasingly creaky features
Joints stacked on rusted bleachers
Or Slumping over blown speakers
We all came to see the show 
The glow of humanity said to blow 
Our minds clean open 
Heard it spoken once or 
Twice before by poor unfortunate 
Creatures, distracted leeches 
Breaching lectures for lessons 
Compacted teachers keeping 
Levitation for themselves 
We Entertain ourselves into corners 
Bored of the incessant torment 
Looped through public forums 
Formerly I lay dormant 
A Formless doormat for those 
Hollow cored humans 
Swallowing the lumens I emit 
When I'm doing my shit 
And proving to fit 
The mold I created 
To hold my highly relatable 
Bones upright 
In spite of the future 
Brighter for the lucrative moocher 
Gleaming off the sutures 
I Used to elude to my retribution 
It's all a steaming illusion 
The creature still uncomfortable 
Mumbling something blunderful 
Into the undertow, 
I wonder though 
What doesn't the incumbent runner know, 
The fun of underestimating 
A summer sun that longs for snow 
We crumble under pressure fronts 
Low enough to make ear drums explode.

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