Insensibility

We couldn't be plastic.

We were slightly psychotically metallic.

Unfeeling things,

Without the ability to realize that there is something better

Than nothing.

We can have been reptilian.

Crawling on our bellies

Without pride or knowledge of legs.

Your toes might have been thoughts,

But we walked away too soon

For them to make any sense.

Some teeth have awoken,

But our's remained asleep

Behind pursed and pouting lips.

Might I hum drunkenly?

Well I could if I could think of a tune.

But we shouldn't push us.

We are too adept at giving up.