Aching pain roused my soul
From sleep I walk amok
Finding Holiday's non-existent poll
To wake, I lay, a cuck.
Sit up and breathe a smog
Stare complacent wall intent
Leave post in fear of flog
Refrain muscle gall dissent.
Necks which sting red hot
Petrified hands to cover teeth
Plastic shields vulnerable thought
Smack the burn to hang wreath.
Chuckles may camouflage dismay
From failed sunscreen cover pale
Give reason real grin from prey
Simply wish to reality frail.