Paranoia In the Mall
Drinking black coffee, looking at real people go past
Sitting on my usual seat, as they morph into drones
Pushing shopping trolleys, in a semi-focused trance
Always one step ahead, we occupy alternate time zones
All shapes and sizes, yet behaving in a hive mind
I’m an aloof intruder, detached from their trudge,
the coffee tastes good, much better than my guilt
These people are programmed, I do not begrudge
Still so many go past, inexorably they just won’t stop
With Invisible purpose, that can never be fulfilled,
The collective has left me behind, no I bailed out
Observing my past life, a sham pariah who lost the will
This procession is for me, a paranoid induced outcast
Paid for my coffee, the show was completely free
I’ve had my fill, back into the dreaded shopping mall
Will I be able to blend in, ever try hide a Baobab tree
By
David Kavanagh
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