Diminished Irresponsibility

Silence, seated
Chair legs escapade a ‘sha’e a leg’
Weakened, and returned – a homer-sense
Of the ability to make sense in manner of
Humane professions,
    from flat to outward manor
In is the gates you go in,
Out is the entrant that enchanted strength
And strength, hold on too tigh’, no
          Let  Go 
Alas, slanted highs of the grunted. Is the way you ‘satted’
Far fed up of self to confront the drag down
      ‘You’d lie a flatted in new life’

Poor’se remorse, shalt run softly when your brick wall has been booted down
Like rebooting a computer, losing all your files
Losing all documented energy, filing yourself blank

There’s this language: hyfvwahioehhdvjdkljsouhwblwbhlduw,
There’s this character, that has slightly changed
There was a person, that irresponsibly aged

A dime for every minish waged a pay that paid the bills, and paid out all its shout out of
“No can do, can’t do it now – too serious, I wouldn’t know how”

Data isn’t what you used to be,
Goodbye crouch and pains and cramps

Hello straight back. Hello non-offensive human,
Goodbye baby, inside me – this time I must abort
I’ve let go of my handle, the slippy grip gets me in slippers frenz’
I’m flying off the handle as a pilot and not a ‘radicallist’ yet
depends…
The pilot in me has piles
of stacks
of chatted fear amongst this system
…  It  hits    the  nervous    system
- the strain, the main – insight
- this life, this grown down life