The Tensile Shelf Life

How long can I look
On idiom math
This waning book
Shipped by my wrath

Automatic wordspray
Seven day ground
Sunday to Scatterday
My ego abounds

An eye must be fed
As well as can be
Destinies shed
Far must I see

Contemplative math
Might get a bit there
Society's laugh
I have to do care

Joining might hurt
As long as it goes
Similar curt
Noises and blows

And yet I'll continue 
To face up to dust
My ears will grow sinews
Outpacing the rust