I break the beat and break your bones- Get too close and hear the moans. I’ve crowned the kings, I’ve sunk the ships, All that weight with jagged lips.

What shields you from the sun’s harsh glare, yet cuts with a snarky line so rare?

I’m a twitchy little limb with a light-up dance, Begging for notice, fat chance. Left or right? Who knows the plan? You drive like chaos in a van. I blink and blink with all my might, You treat me like your conscience-out of sight.

I sail the seas or buzz your hand, A quiet thought at your command. In bottles, phones, or folded sheets, I’m passed along in silent beats.

I sleep in the corner, but when I awake, I roar through the halls, with dust in my wake. I breathe in your mess, though I never eat, A beast of the home, with no need for meat.