Freaks & Geeks
I never liked
All That
can be canned
And buried
In the weight of the fat
That the little lamb
Backed up to the back
Where the legions of wounds
And undertones
Sway in the facts
Hating labels
descriptions
And intentionally
misleading
Little Pats
on the back
Compliments
Know nothing
Other than
Stroke
the ego
found in our flesh traps
Specifically designed
To cause reasons
To react
I love
So much
I apply
A little more than a dab
Science meets definition
While Catching me
In the middle of the explanation/act
