Super trainer ex
traordinaire. We are
keyed and locked
stepped midst strangers trying
to play the cool, and I am game
on if you are.
Let's put on a show
that will runaway like broadway
and never have to answer
to anyone who doesn't have
a hand in their back pocket,
who hasn't had to answer
empty day dreams
with substance and consequence
and self consciousless,
because trainer ex
traordinaire, we are a pair
step keyed and jaws
thought locked and
so far away from where we am,
the stupidity bleeds in
where we try to make them understand.
