Sipping tea half-way to midnight

and it looks like there's no end in sight

to the shambling, rambling, rattling insanity

silently scrambling inside this cage

spacious and bleached white

ticking away time

like a pyro collecting matches

watch how they prances

master of no dances

but they're taking chances

audience of one, but it's all good

they know the guy and how it's done

until they shun their own sun

threatening to burn out unless they break out

and shine offensively bright

like a fucking disco ball

~ERL Poetry - Elisse Lorenc