Pre-cattle teen

 Young person looks at their existence 
can't conjure a sparkin this instance
Spends a few months in painful contemplation
conjures a fireball of confused frustration

Knowing they exists yet nor for what or why
herded toward some career
stimulated by lights action and music
One of those long anecdotes

Where they are a word not even a line
Let a lone a bold paragraph
Even the butts of jokes claim importance
Inside the absurd and hilarious

They conjure the influence of humourous rapport
And certain masses hammer the ground with hungry hooves
To laugh when the traffic lights change
And to clap when the traffic lights change

So have mercy on that lost teen
The one whose spirit seems to vibrate
pendulum like at hyper speed
a ridiculous vibration that only encourages perplexity