between
your speech your gait
your protein milkshake
and sleep routine
i am a discarded passenger
hymning idiocies
do you talk to everyone?
it must be your job
you say marvel at me
and my strutted muscles
my eloquence my maneuver
as i babble and cackle to
bus drivers
you make me feel stupid
rearing my head out
guessing your borderlines
mapping the insignificant
into my mind
i think my head is about to explode
or drop from excessive weight
i’m about to stoop
descend and never reappear again
perkaraperkara 