Lethargy
Everyone is so boring. No cure for colds, no car lot chases.
Nothing to make this a faster asteroid. Even your fever-giving drone makes me pensive,
Puts me at a melancholy pace as if I were embodied in an egg.
I should gloss like a glass fish: freeze oxygen at night and thaw it at dawn
Plow the fields just to make the earthworms nervous.
But instead, I'm ready to throw bricks. But only something as dull as bricks.
Pardon me. Pardon me while I. Pardon me while I strip and melt.