Becoming little

Sometimes all it takes is a touch

A simple pat on the head will do

Other times it takes effort

Choosing the right clothes

Coloring the right picture

Even watching the right movie

I love slipping into little space

I feel myself shinking

Do you see it physically?

My eyes become droopy

My breathing slows

My attention span lessens

My **** wiggles more

I tend to curl up

Or bounce around

Do you see it right away

When your little girl comes out to play?

clause for peace now a trolls ignorant fiesta once was widely traded now is slaved for civilized postering concaved into subjugated plasticized lies while elite have feast what's left shinking privileged every color doing battle on market floors flooding sea shores and healthy cells with waste on sale to the hospital war or jail spend for more wars effectively killing eachother live life less in such haste compete "wasted turn" no ones gain insane pushing away any chance for lost causes stooped vessel of pollution deplete indigenous snuffed out sell fruit from carts pushed away health wealth gentifified packaged **** genocide resulting right to life bid lost television lies create comedies laughing blinding crys for cheers and sigh at the sports show snorting blow emerged  **** show cancer feeding frenzy hardly know care apathetic slaves lost aren't brave enough leave the lie hide more die stay destroy leave save absolutely nothing slow suicide these charities steeling minds hooked on prime time continue do nothing duped for some fiat money doing something captalism scheme elitist ******* conned amerikkkian screams gagged out choke knees master anything you want just feed more ***** Babylon here again keep buying what they're selling ******* cowards echos for eons ensuring the repetitions needed idiots eventually listen remeber trying save from utter ruin lifetimes this nightmare all cave for swinging door looking nice at what price cheap thrills much sacrificed borrow you'll pay back twice in sorrow respect life common place for fellowship and development of kind things not this savage conflict of interest for the few who hoard the riches blind eyes see a different reality when smoke is cleared and in mirrors you see another being just trying as you to be apart something uplifting under the weight of it all we must crack storm casteles pillars empires will fall until that day we'll never have a chance learn share in it all until  empires fall We'll continue to craw for all existance until resistance cripples the few who have been bullies to all