Withered voices lowered at breakfast
Unnatural volumes for loud types
And turbine
Did Courtney come back?
Of course
As did her sad voice into the mind
Replayed and dismayed
That was then...
For now i reflect on past job searches
Driving the van for charity
My lungs are finished too
It doesn't matter and it's not important
How many more times will the screens be re-positioned?
It's a blind audience and one that cannot see
It is vital only to the man
With the pen, the mobile and the instructions
And those who want a piece of him
A chunk of his muscle matter