Garbage Brain

In high maneuvers and quality handshakes
Permanent disfigurement

Looms a quilt of harmful ambition
For me. Consider this, what toes

Are on the march, what shadowy
Manuscripts are recycling even now

In my brain, pours and consumed to
Accepting even your bullshit as fodder.

Agent: Does the traffic give way for the garbage collector?

Agency: Only when the vultures tear up
Their bras and recruitment cards.

Heros consider this: I can squeeze you in
But the blood will clog the happy-happy cable lines.