the world serves
oversweetened
bitter cakes
divided poorly
a thin slice
can make you choke

the world shoves
hard truth
down your throat
ill sense of weight
rolling pebbles
in your twisted gut

the world spins
heads off the ground
floating in bubbles
the dead
snicker from
too much soap opera

the world petrifies
you to stone
mindless beings
heavier by day
pushing uphill
to be treaded upon

the world freezes
your numb face
expressionless
faking your sleep
why care?
what is there to see?
© Elvin