I used to think there was notice to faulty checks that deemed
Shacks were only places for forgotten damage
And misunderstood goods
To be some dented can
Waiting on the
Sale shopper
In order for attestment
To understand heights so extraordinary to mankind,
One can only wonder why I think its so hot
Ground-side.

Lightning proved undefeated
But their contemperance
Was simply a tune up
My flushed gates of
Water access
Deemed unholy
When I switched lipid bi-layer
And muscle for fortitude
Instead of sugary snacks cakes
And even now my energy tolerance
Is aluminium
can dreams
That only portray
Every god and damned-keystone-species
Too knew what
It was like
To Be Bored Today.

Let’s see what happens, kid.