hey you over there
the one in that chair
with a family and friends
no haircut and split ends
you are one in the many
nothing special
worth a penny
don't worry your mind
you will never have to shine
so go on get ready
at least try to look pretty
look straight in the mirror
run a brush through your hair
wait and listen for our final call  
apply your makeup
and soon
you won't even recognize yourself at all

funny how your teeth will glean
as your mouth opens at its seam
ripping to unveil the stuffing
what is the innards of your being

silly how that made you laugh
it was only a jest simplistic craft
that pulled your cheeks up at the ends
a smile derived from talk with friends

i see no worse a plight
then when one is sitting up at night
to have that steady glow
a computer screen to be the light
and still behind their eyes
gears spin to left and to right
feeling in the worst of plights
as one stays on in the night

On a Monday Morning we dawned our wool sweaters
and walked into the cold
so cold
so cold
Into the crowd we looked out to their faces, looked straight into their eyes,
and felt their stares
so cold
so cold
Late into the evening on a Friday she sits alone
and remembers their judgement
so cold
so cold

listen we're waiting
stop your breathing, we're staying
the last remaining