Caring Little

You do this so well,

dancing.

Swaying between

enough and not.

Spilling anger

on the floor,

those stupid stupors.

Caring little,

you do swell.

Prancing joyously.

Little to acknowledge,

above.

Change your pace,

faster or slower.

Change your place,

here or there.

Change your face,

breathing slows.

See my eyes,

glaring at you.

Recognize what was spilled on the floor?