By
Guy Farmer
Scrutiny
Repeating the same
Stale story yet again;
We could be talking about
Things that actually matter
Rather than pretending
Worn yarns do anything but
Postpone self-reflection.
Confidentialies unrevealed,
A lifetime spent elaborately
Avoiding delicate situations that
Expose you to scrutiny and what
You think will be certain ridicule.
Squandered opportunities for
Genuine connection.
Day after superficial day
Filled with mundane tasks and
One-dimensional relationships.
A tired ruse you’ve hid behind
And does you no favors
Except for ensuring you exist
In near-total isolation.
Self-Centered
He was the one nobody liked
In grade school; the child who
Was strangely brittle and made
People uncomfortable in ways
They couldn’t describe but
Felt viscerally when they
Crossed his path, the malcontent
Who imposes his immediate
Needs on everyone without
Ever thinking about what it
Might do to them and who
One day grows up to dictate
What he wants to large groups
Of drones who serve as unwitting
Guinea pigs in his arbitrary
Search for worth and meaning.
Predictably, he fancies himself
Misunderstood rather than
Profoundly self-centered.
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