Scarce

What if we decided to come out of "Hiding?"

Whose actions should be on trial with the honorable Judge-Mental

Presiding?

Questions circulate amongst the hypocritical answers you've

Been providing,

Anyone can take flight but they couldn't anticipate us

Gliding.

Embracing a disastrous nature to accommodate the

New storm,

The lies have already begun to mirror the behavior of our

True form.

Dare the "Darkness" to look into our hearts and ask its

Place?

Silly of us to entrust all of our eggs to this basket

Case.

Present our clarity with a reality check, though we learned to demand

Cash for it,

Should we be mad at the advice or the fact that we asked

For it?

They won't know our hunger is real until our mouths begin to

Salivate,

Stick a fork in whatever is done and serve it gradually after the

Salad plate.

No time to waste, welcome to the Rush Hour,

They see us as an embarrassment, welcome to the

Blush Hour.

Pushed until we're dog tired, welcome to the Mush Hour,

Feel free to speak your mind, sorry, this seems to be the

Hush Hour.

Challenged to fight our way out of a ring full of

Pacifists,

"Hard Hitting" is the Truth, do we have what it takes to get passed

Its fists?

Reduced to crying babies realizing certain squares won't match with

Our drapes,

The apples of our eyes were severely tainted by these

Sour grapes.

Entertain logic from thoughtless illustrators that unconsciously

Draw blanks,

Dig our blades deep into karma's unscathed back and claw

"Thanks."

It's not the passion of your fruit, nor the fashion of your suit,

Disappointingly reviewing the divided rations of your

Loot.

Respected boundaries owned by the ones we're letting

Through,

Welcome to the Animal Kingdom, in our minds it could be nothing

More than a petting zoo.