Focusless

Indulge yourself in my boredom

My frustration passtime

In my indecisive mastermind

My focusless heartless halfwit smile

Where the danger grows

In the cotton copying fashion shows

Where she'll never be

But wants to be anyone but me

In my aimless senseless burnt-out

city mapped circuits

In my dead end play pretend simple scandals

Where I fade the made up pasted on resewn

Structure of my fragile existence

Indulge myself in your make believe

Where deception won't accept the exception

And we're all targets

©Littlejoga 17/3/00