To Be ; Frank

I feel a little numb
Like a subtle injection crept over me
Curious, the feeling of no feeling at all
People pay for this, fight wars for this, destroy love for this
High blood-tax on a woozy vacuum.

Struggling to chew the food and slurp,
Whatever pats me on the back won't work,
Is this bitter snap a savouring taste?
Why do I even ask, the scholar of no subject.

Plinths can't hold your size thirteens
Yet you can grip the globe and spin it.
Revered for tasting how dreams taste,
the perfect mix of lust and salt.

While i speak words that dissipate;
Mouth smacked dry with desperation,
jaw so sore, what would you do

If merchants didn't bend like willows.