Like we’re supposed to walk around on pins and needles, whenever you’re near.
Like you grace us with your presence.
Like it’s all for you, and we yield in the way you’d like us to yield.
Look here…
Anthill.
Worker bees.
Drone.
Don’t feel threatened, I’m so far beneath your station..
A poison position.
The killing of the spirit.
Heart cancer..
(Don’t bother my ass none…)
Because we fake.
Fake out there.
Immune.
It looks like I care, but I promise you.
I.
Do.
Not.
Perhaps your trust was misplaced.
Maybe betrayed.
Enjoy your day.
Enjoy your fucking day.
Feel like it matters and bask in the difference you make.
Clown.
dawn 