Stand

We can't stand, when
we can't stand it, and
we won't stand for it
anymore, we are irrational
random numbers, branded
"asses" botched to perfection
on alternating sides, remaining
frozen in the center, cut
down to size, a prime time
for choices
 a serving of one
a false King gazing
a narcissistic reflection
porous into his wine glass
I imagine a swollen head, as
we can't stand, when
we can't stand it, and
we won't stand for it.