Medals are bestowed upon my frame
My attendance convinces me of the same

Rubber bands snap
I clap for myself
Rewarding my shelf

Green lit boxes tell me about progress
Who do you think are?
Red lit boxes?
Stop the squad car.

Catalysts become coupled
Into sweaty grains
All sounds are muffled

Pollution second handed me my life
I can’t breathe.
Bronchial ****** with a knife