Quiver

From the foetus in shackles We paddle and paddle Waiting to dabble and scramble To pinch paper between our fingers To exchange it for objects that linger At an attempt to figure out the need to get bigger and better we quiver. I shiver at the thought of being bigger or better than any figure. For the sake of figures on a screen that indicate our self worth Paying for our place to make the rich richer, As I quiver And shiver And tear hair out my head to be a public figure and Shiver and shiver I shiver to be bigger and better own more to be the very best And score that A in this test Of self and fuck the rest Fuck the rest I’ll take it all And fuck the rest It makes me sick to think of those that fuck the rest Fuck the best Fuck the test Fuck my head I want it to end With no consequences I want to leave Without the thought of those Mourning on photos And sentences that I wish I never said Sentenced by sentences of wishing I would end For I feel sick of every piece of paper I spend