Six Hundred Cubic Centimeters - On Broken Wings

The sound of a

Primate.

the offensive

Of attempting

To create illusions

With goals of

Appearing larger to

An enemy.

but can

You dance like indrid cold?

My arm hair stands

On end.

i’ve got

Some questions

And i want them answered

Am i nothing more than an upright ape?

Built in defenses

Heartbeat increases

An ape with shame

And an ego to match