Oh, society.

Vinyl debt spinning
Round and Round
Lead pipes shine
On each side of my chest
Masking the presence
Of a tin man’s dense heart
Or maybe
Eternity really is hollow
Closet freaks squeeze
Through kitty doors
Fake bronzer leaks
Out of sight, out of soul
Pitter-patter runs the elephant
Miming a mouse
For he is a fool
Leaves, snow, grass
Crunching beneath trots
A leather-bound concept
Defying nature
Like everybody surrounding Her
A useless struggle
Generation after mental discovery
Sewing threads in the gloves
Temporarily holding
A basket filled with time.