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.