Walking out
Into the busy place
It's easy to see
That the Cat Bird Seat
Is where we sit
And this sit is pretty
Prime real estate
But no pretty
Can totally annihilate The Pain
The Pain is and will always be
In relation to one's capacity
It is naturing and nurturing
On whatever spot on the spectrum
Anyone is going to find themselves.
You can't run
And you can't hide.
On your skin
Or in inside.
Your gonna feel The Pain.
In this seat,
One is allowed a "cut loose"
Of the leapfrog between
Both "tired" and "bored,"
A fidgety, gutted pinata
Dripping concessions,
Bleating tiny victories
And epics of anonymity
In regards to manicuring
The Devil's play thing
For someone else
In quantitative comfort.
In this Cat Bird Seat
The Pain was inside
Revealed through micro-expression
By every face in the amoebic crowd
Flash
After flash
After flash
After flash
Each grain of sand
Like tears removed
Renamed This Beach "The Desert."