hubrisationing masking

and why are we anxiously submitting
to this living so little as such!
hailing devious nibblers as so mighty much
‘cause they shouting “how great i am!”
claiming this is just what we need’n
so us being just like this here again

 and this stalking putrid bubbling
in the babbling of our whining solipsist
is making flapping lips puckering up
sprue-ing the pungenating odor
of this ancient and bilious coaxing
turning us on into animated “it”-ics
so algorithming us all into clinical addicts

no trust no where no need requesting
desperately want’n this some other else
so what’s left accept all we’re missing
that’s still right here for us waiting
but we go on cloning our same old selves
the ones who that we don’t wanna be
strutting scared in this longing alone
and in after all our loud  petty jesting
we cling’n onto this porous pretending
erosionate’n numbies march’n on behesting
arm and arm wearing our opiating norms

so many of us are cleverly surrendering
sloshing around in acting just like it aint so
injecting ourselves with convoluting absurds
trying to conjure up notions of a win
in this surrogating game we’re playing
by fudging serpentining constipationing
with erotic mathematizing ruse-a-nationing

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