World

Poem prompted by imagine dragon prompt 17 yr celebration activity

Its all a trick , a slick lick,
A cunning smile, as you go down the isle,
Your all up in the air , without a care.
Reality strikes and out goes the light,
Night night human, you let the bed bugs bite.
I'm on top of the world ma, driving my box red car,
Living in a house with sides, a matter of pride.
Insulate your self from reality, its cold out there in space.

I cant hear you.