Their expectations exceed
They want you to
Bleed in
Anticipation
To their need
To feed on your
Every motion
Or notion
Or flowtion
It’s the correct potion
To drain you
rearrange you
Mentally chain you
With their toxic
Behavior
Their graphic enslaves you
Aggressively pushes through

They gather more than a few
Convince them
To join too
They
Fly around you
They even walk on two
It’s you’re job
To put them back on four
Leave them
whimping like dogs
Make them
yell no more
With silence
No violence
With your ancestors Guidance
Provide the karmic
Insurgence