Man on His Back

I ran to catch up with him
He was walking really fast
Which was weird
Cause he had a man on his back
They both looked at me
And talked in unison
I didn't know which one to look at
I mean... what's the etiquette?

I talked to the man walking
And didn't get a response
I talked to the man on his back
And they responded in unison

Then the man walking
He stopped talking
He looked straight ahead
He had a place he wanted to go

The man on his back
Started telling me tales
Grand tales

He loved where he was
He didn't have to walk
He was on a man-made platform
He had a view
A high view
He had control
He had gall
He never ever ever perceived a fall

He talked for hours
He talked for weeks
He talked for months
He talked for years
But he never ever said anything
He never awakened my brain

I tired of him
I looked at the man walking
I said you have useless weight on your back
And his eyes lit up
His brain reconfigured
He twisted his body
He jumped up and down
He shook the man off of his back

And that man he fell to the ground
He looked confused
His face it really got red
He foamed at the mouth
He had rain all in his head
But no one cared

No one really cared

He wanted recognition
He wanted to be tall

He crawled over a rock
And there and there
And there and there
And there he slumbered a bit
And he waited for another
To come along and take
His worthless skit
His worthless skit