Young man, American, what’s got you shaking?
Dreams or the lack there of?
Fear the wizardry of a scientific society
New world discord resounding the stifled edge of thoughts in bloom.
All things contented flavored toxic at the roots
Withdrawn intensity and token gestures
Jest at your many hearts with happenstance and impossible fore knowledge.
Come one come all to the lonely show
Behind closed doors streams the jitter pains.
Giving cause to matted hair that dreads in your sleep.