There are those days you can truly hold onto the fact that
your minor acts of kindness are nothing extraordinary.
Actually, you could just sit in the mirror and realize
that you are over-applauded for little effort.
But like hell you won't accept the praise.
Like hell you will try to improve.
Why even raise the standard?
They adore it just as it is.
Half-baked *******
Set your bars
low enough
you could
only go
up.

Arms stretched rapidly grabbing
Air too fill my airless
Lungs
I grab for what was plenty
But know like everything
"Now brought"
Breath now painful
Fresh air brought
Premium
Breathable
Black-market
Never pure, additives added
So tastes just right,
A mixture of many
That with first breath
Addictive
Substance,
Abuse,
Of what everyone needs,
Like liquid you swallow it
"Filling lungs"
Like the golden nectar of breath
Every breath could be there last,
But what can be done when we need
Each breath to continue life,
Bodies litter the floors though's not afforded
The luxury of breathing,
Breath air polluted by generations past,
Now for every breath taken,
Will a new born breath or will like those
Others, exhale their last breath when
So needing that need for life and breath .