head above the clouds, swaying,
drunk on oxygen.
Heave through your gritted teeth
peaking out of a crooked smirk.
You’re so coy.
You could be their savior, why not push your luck.
You say this world is just an oyster - waiting for the shuck.
Take whats yours.
You don’t go anywhere just to be denied.
Delusions of piousness.
Throw your weight - you’re so tenacious.
You just look out for number one.
A phantom hand
digging through flesh, through marrow, through bone as it
wraps fingers ‘round - around the soul and squeezes ’til the job is done.
Manifest destiny - you inherit everything.
Free to walk like the world is yours.
“Lex Talons” - let nature take its course.
There’s nothing in your way but rational thought, evolution, and time - and those like us.