Subjectified

To be made subject
That's an object
Of the id
And the constant guard
No longer old

Because time
Was too standard
For the range of things
Lower down won't
Raise up

A title clings to its rectangle
To wait for text
While a genre's category
Is always the next

To be personshod
A shoe fits 
But one human foot
A taker's dozen
Custom built
For the standard rejection
That no longer brooks an option