Inhabitants of couches, bearers of nonsense
always being cooped up in trifle matters
we soak ourselves full of pretense
erratic, thought process often scatters.
Yet we are anxious and apprehensive,
what was once fangs is now our ego
a protection to use on the offensive
for footlights, or to remain incognito.
Oxymoron based creatures
a limited infinite of clearly misunderstood
happenings we live as vultures
of bashful riots.
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