A Pathetic Cyborg
No one seems to care,
No one even dares to care,
So comfy in their squares.
For circling around their heads
Is a world of wares...
“Where’s my wonderful family?”
“Where’s my wonderful wife?”
“Where’s my wonderful fantasy?”
“Where’s my wonderful life?”
Who cares?
Does anyone dare...
Come out of the closet?
Dye their hair weird?
Demand some damn answers!
Wrestle a bear?
Oh, woeful midgets in my soul
Mix emotions in a mixing bowl.
Carving metaphors into my nose
Indifferent to my magic show.
Very complacent, just numb to it all.
Dumbfounded. Surrounded by crumbs
Moving like ants on a big ball.
Idiocracy bureaucracy bouncing away
Go about their business day after day.
Flailing around like Mexican jumping beans
Invisible tiny spirits poke me at the seams.
Infiltrating my dreams.
Making me scream.
Babbling banter with unwanted answers
Vegging out on booby trapped screens.
Doesn’t anyone dare to care to share anymore?
As the worrisome worms squirm through my pores
One squirms out my nose as if it’s a door,
Is exposed to the world like never before.
Squirming, peeking out in dismay
Squeeks...
“What the...”
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