Funhouse Mirrors in the Street
Something material
might
Take hold of my interest
But like all things ephemeral
It won't last
I'm So
Sick and tired
Of giving you my time to you
All you care about:
"What can I get out of him today?
Will it be better than yesterday?
How can I give him my least
In return
He'll give me his most?"
Its hard
Living this reality
It
Being proof of another universe's theory.
Smart enough to know
Better than that
Experienced enough to
Have been down the wrong road a few
Still scratching my head
Still looking
What's wrong for me
Its also
Wrong to you
Confusion sets in
What works
What seems right for me
Is totally Wrong
For you
Maybe
Ill stop looking at you.
©Christopher F. Brown 2011
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