Saturday, October 15, 2011

Funhouse Mirrors in the Street

 Funhouse Mirrors in the Street


Something material


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


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



Ill stop looking at you.


©Christopher F. Brown 2011


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