Acquiescing

What would happen,
is that it wouldn’t even occur,
simple answer, I know,
yet not anywhere as bad,
posing as your dimwitted question,
since you wanna pretend,
we’re akin to statues,
except there can’t be pigeons, see,
because that ruins your little lie,
when at last we need to exist alone,
or the fun of your brash creation,
blows to unrecognizable shreds,
inside these fierce grips of my persistent wind.

Our mere bribe of a loving presence,
amounts to just foolish emptiness,
caught without a struggle on the first drop,
basic ghosts witnessing every vehicle accident,
unable to express a remedy or opinion,
as your kind easily pass their required tests,
but helpless to formulate much beyond them,
lacking necessary critical thinking skills,
to realistically warrant such a lofty advance,
matching further also your greedy reach,
along with its accompanying steady increase,
for dignity, integrity, and respectability,
only that annoying wrapping of the final reel.