amen'n 'cause I'm tird! (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

amen’n ‘cause i’m!tired!of feeling like me

(always lining-up somewhere waiting to be had)

this swelling debilitationing

of eluding delusive illusionationings 

is sucking everything up

and religiously crucifying us all

as zombies hypnotically dancing 

clamorously amening! ourAMEN-ING!

sway’n in algorithmic automationings

of our traditional drumming strummings

and saturday night dos-si-dor-ings

blithe broadway vocal-lationings

and toxic arena inhalationings 

so be acting like we feeling sump’n real

 in these numbing collapsing veins 

of our emptying synthetic arms 

as congressively we’re all overriding 

what’s left of any notion of alarm

most all of us all are just squanderers

pretentiously pondering wanderers

hallucinating in fancy abandoning malls

penthouse stalls and wet low rent halls 

surburban palls and trailer park drawls

all alone in coffling crowds of begging eyes 

vicarious junkies we running back’n’forth 

in pluming hair-do’s tattoos tobacco chews

and brand new 5^th avenued alligator shoes

spandexing with everything we muse

‘cause aint none of our trump cards working 

aint working no mo’ like they ‘sposed

we just hustling’n’hustling anyway we can

here trying to hiding behind just being seen 

snorting like this “!aint nothing but’a thang!

if you keep on sucking up it won’t be long 

‘fo all’us all  be here feeling just the same!

. . . coming’round forever go’n on around

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