Popular Anonymity

Popular Anonymity A Lingering crowd doubts you have the courage You are hung out to dry with insults from strangers Imploring you to jump Apoplexy, apathy, and will to live design you Standing on the building edge Perhaps the comforts of home will help When you slip and grab a brick With nervous fingers Butter is sent up, applied by unknown loved ones Giving permission from on high for you to drop Hopes die. Friends talk to you in slow motion Mother promises to bake a cake if you survive Police pretend to know you on the sharp edge of your demise For your enjoyment… Their pleasure...The crowd applauds You’ve become the center of the nightly news and nothingness What a surprise! Centered and served up as a sound bite (Did you catch the name?)