Study My Style

all rights
returned
in function
to the city-life
depletes its way
back to
the city-chamber
where
i'm stranded
writing letters
to the voices
without reason

let the law
decide the author
branded
any of us
suffer
guess i'm
safer
when
than
a pretentiousness
about
to face
unreasonable
changes
because
part of me
is still awake
to humans
never listening
i'm sure
you know
the consequences
breathing
and sweating
snot
behind
the nostrils
caring
not for
what we
offer