Anyone

Anyone can be clean if they want to,
just set down your formers and your attributes.
Rather;
keep walking in circles, the light will close in,
on your,
face, and your vision will become;
20/madness.
Don't be so cruel; jump, quick, in the front
launching your opinions like a bottle rocket.
Or a jar of buzzing,
robots that seem to voice a mixture of,
hearts and brains that belong to some superior.
We all strive, with lamps like fixtures,
to be something more than;
a dust bunny next to the book on the shelf that you,
dream-pt up into your head last
time you knew what sleep meant.
Arranging our sockets until the sprockets line up like a,
puffed-up pillow in a hospital bed of a,
rose whose thorns are caught dead in the noose,
of a Polaroid.
But we will all be
less than who imagined
we'd ever deemed,
such as
that of a superstar with sunglasses,
that cover your whole body like a stage curtain.
Or lord of the castle of;
brain surgeons and GED'S,
and blank diplomas, and letters burning in the fire pit before the dawn.

Bask in the travesty that is being human, or
sink in it forever.