The still conceived notion of never having bored a child gets
nothing out of the wanting to be.

Too sick to work...
    I'd rather stay at home to
ILL it with parents
    But i lead them on until I'm asked
then I can quit and leave because
None knew I had an issue
With Daddy . . .

and I can't separate it out why I'm being looked at supposedly
As Attractive

To who I might be interested in
if it is
being taken advantage of,  
or is it not

my work is satisfactory
fear for my generalization or from you -In you all only want what every
******* Friday wants
they're all after the same thing
shining like a diamond

Will your little push
Help me get dressed and out
Of bed
   To be rugged-
and to work without the
  Faster fix

decide on what is natural
Move toward one artificially
generated world
  
to define skin tone pigment by
spectrometer
ill is green
or
well is pink

accept and appreciate  
meaningful work even when
afraid or
sick

Make me things
wearing thin by riches
   So I may add a strike to it
With my cantos
the worn out way of honing a talent became a muse
Where one word gets many

In neural sparks and ancient bone,
Love and hope were carved, not grown.
Evolution shaped their guise,
A social need, a brain’s disguise.

Yet in their fire, we find our creed,
A shared delusion we still feed.
Though chemistry explains the flame,
Its warmth transcends the fleeting name.

For truth resides not just in fact,
But in the ways our hearts react.
If love's a lie, it still feels real,
And hope compels the will to heal.

In subject’s gaze, the universal’s clear,
A fragile truth, yet no less dear.

Unfunny punchlines
reluctantly wait meanwhile
   Until you are ready