Fool tank of fomo

 Whose face is this
Look down checklist
Behind the bench
selling an extra inch

Queues and brands
Where the anxious stand
Things to prove
weight to move

Where does one find the energy
not getting any nearer to free
Filling idiotic fuel to chase
Just stall, ghost, foster malaise

The voice box mojo
Proud as volume grows
To fit bragging into the day
Debts accrue tomorrow pay

Eyes fix heavily
Judgement's severity
The warm closed room
New paint over the tomb

Sounds and words say honesty
false contracts appear readily
Senses dig and reveal lies
The wanters gossip and pry

This place fills with desire
Desperation sings a choir
Sense of missing the story
compounded by memory

Whose face must one wear?
When should one pretend to care?
Whose words must one repeat?
Imitation is quite a feat!

They all run so well
Supplement the swell
Of the over extended ego
On a fool tank of fomo