Get at 'Em

Not a whole lot changes
I'm too many heartbeats
a minute my bed is sheet- twisted
and I'm sleepless
my brain is baffled boggled and battle-fatigued

I'm my career
I'm radio static
I'm my income

traffic the car I drive
I'm panic and
I need TV for my dreams
seventh eleven seventh heaven

I'm green
I want
I need convenience
I am addicted and
I'm six digits ambitions bloating
I'm busy noisy infidelities to the dream
I had of who
I might turn out to one day be
I'm caffeinated and incorporated
cog in the wheel of the machinery
naked aggressive nightly newsish
and stress-related on the couch

I'm home plate
I'm crack cocaine and cholesterol
I play hard ball
I mean business and
I've got a hard-on for hate
what is a god and whose
is this country when
it's only city me and mine

I see my life flash before me when
I try to sleep
I am product not a whole lot changes
I can.