Farewell, Mr. Wonderful.
Seriously want to spit
but I'll swallow it
I'm tied to be fit
a practiced masochist
With a sadistic twist
he wrapped me up
wrists tied like licorice
Cotton Candy Daddy
I'm a honeybee trapped in your mix
Whipped, dipped, and wrapped
washed up and rinsed
He flipped the script lickety split
Sick shit was bananas.
That man was holy rollin
no sin wholly forgiven
showboating and gloating
he cut me out paper thin
Dissected, strung, and pinned
A fabricated faberge doll
fake shit-eating grin
pasted above a plastic appliqué
chin
Made me a man-manipulated mannequin
A slim-skinned harlequin hardly akin
Turned into a crazed charlatan starring in a brazen charade on parade
Knocked back like a shot of sloe gin
Slow-momentum livin in a momentary masquerade
Whoa.
Woe.
Foe, we'll go Rouchambeau quid pro quo, well-paid in fool's gold
Touché, move well played.
As the loquacious façade fades
So smirkish sneer degrades to dazed chagrin
I mutter under burdened breath
what utter humiliation
Plundered dummy rendered useless remains on etherial display
Esoteric yet prophetic prosthesis
cryptic prognosis is pain
Pathetic rhetoric blundered
disgruntled dismantled and dismayed
I be thee befuddled buffoon
Embarrassed red ass on a babboon
Awkward elephant in the room
Doomed.
My marred heart beaten, betrayed, and flayed
barely arrythmically beating
slightly concealed under sleeve
aorta peeking, grieving,
leaking lost love steadily
I'm screaming unbelieving
still meaning to leave with dignity
All feeling dying silently
Crying and bleeding
needing cauterizing, suturing Nurturing wounded pride barely alive
Topsy turvy life a carnival ride.
Through smoke and mirrors
I face my fears
reflection blurred by tears
still
My Own Face
Simple slight of hand
all's surely a sham
Placed last in a race to save face.
Damn.
Illusion was grand
Delusions were grandeur.
My personal perceptional faux pas.
Pimped and pandered
Self-esteem stripped raw
Pride covered in squalor like a dirty urinal stall
Squandered all that mattered
So sputtering, mad as a hatter
I move too slowly to draw
Soley willed by Murphy's law
Southpaw aimed, shot to kill
My soul will go on.
But
Alone
I
fall