Living inside a can

 One thing piles on top of the other 
emotions are energy boxes
fancy patterns and paints on the cover
A face is a ray of them

the suntide astray it sends
too much of this modern day laughter
insane tones and pitches
squeezing your ears like sauce bottles

pessimism to live inside one
ketchup existance thick and oversweetened
the software of a minor disease over time
except your the one driving it through the daily grind

One thing piles into the wayside slum
open sewer keeps the trash on the run
A fastfood milkshake the waste of the poor
Unfold your shameless
over reaching giant straw