Your last piece of cargo

The look in your face
when the trickster
yells
at your
exoskeleton,

the only diagram
you understand


oh, Yisus...
what your brain crafts
at the moment
when he asks
ya
to obey


Will I be capable
of drawing
such a simple thing?


for you have
your artistic sharpness
just there, where
his only shortness,

[oh! his self-praised,
non-existent
attributes!]

cannot
reach.