Modifying ourselves into formidable foe
To the Establishment of our daily routine
Judging our reactions to our coarse mutant gene
As we keep sliding far past our dirty torso

We are judged by money and sometimes by our fame
As we approach old age, we simply desire
To be loved by our friends not by our attire
A soft divine process that lights up our hot flame

My big feet keep grinding on the cold hard pavement
As my softer fishing, an ongoing process
A decisive action towards a great recess

Floating my fine ideas unto this soft parchment
Taking my hard knock bumps to establish myself
As a main character and not being on shelf