I have this "thing" I hate
It's heavy,
like weighed down
whale weight
full & blubberous
I wear it like shoulder pads
& what's worse..(?)
are it's
Assumptive
Desires
greedy & irrelevant
strangling your choke hold
while grasping for air-
meets dull air
& you breathe in
just to take in
flight & consumption
no meds to dull
past these senses
bright, aware & always
asked!...but never listened to
bares no compassion
or damn it's dull compassion
it's irreverence & vice
stunning display of bullshit
a glimmer in the sky
gleaming like shiny gold pieces
until you grasp at straws
we all grasp
it's grasping
unable to take hold
it takes hold of you
this "thing" you hate
the stench remembers vile
the pain, senile
half-assed attempts
at clever little quips
& my flippant back talk
it's aware
anxious
stinging
meeting & conversing
it steals
it shreds
it pretends
it's pretentious
it's cumbersome & filthy
it's humiliating,...
this "thing" I hate