Get at 'Em

Not a whole lot changes

I'm too many heartbeats

a minute my bed is sheet- twisted

and I'm sleepless

my brain is baffled boggled and battle-fatigued

I'm my career

I'm radio static

I'm my income

traffic the car I drive

I'm panic and

I need TV for my dreams

seventh eleven seventh heaven

I'm green

I want

I need convenience

I am addicted and

I'm six digits ambitions bloating

I'm busy noisy infidelities to the dream

I had of who

I might turn out to one day be

I'm caffeinated and incorporated

cog in the wheel of the machinery

naked aggressive nightly newsish

and stress-related on the couch

I'm home plate

I'm crack cocaine and cholesterol

I play hard ball

I mean business and

I've got a hard-on for hate

what is a god and whose

is this country when

it's only city me and mine

I see my life flash before me when

I try to sleep

I am product not a whole lot changes

I can.