What else would you like to see?
Are my innards not enough?
How much of my head can I pry open?
Before my motivators are a sticky mix of honey and cellophane
And my gut is a rattlesnake teething on the boot of my caretakers.
How plain can I make these encrypted day to day whatdoneits
Before my every movement is an exercise in overthinking
Can you ask the same questions before your throat tires
And you're left with a head of confused frustrations and assumptions retired.