Armchair poet

The armchair sits patiently  
 
Red wagon wheels squeak when fog floods the playgound
 
Vanilla sky kills the fat one
 
Decimal points ruin the day
 
Swimming to the surface cool air saturation peaks my lungs, hardwired to fear steps down inside the staircase of doubt.
 
Mozart visits for tea, but all i have is coffee
 
Hey professor, you dont understand because you can't teach beyond your chances never trolled in a sea of embittered ego
 
Don't,  I wouldn't,  better not, play safe, be careful, pay attention- redundancy in common sense destroys the spirt -  
 
speak up, lay down or get out of the way.
 
Matters only matter to yourself, not the doubters blinders.