Hollow connections, ringing through my eyes
Make the circuit with trembling fingertips.
No Prince Charming No Damsel in Distress.
Just hordes of peasant beggars needing food.
If I see the same poster one more time….
I will Like it and not type any words.
You have been trampled and still don’t know it
I keep moving and leave you in the dust.
You can’t take stop looking at the Princess
And will die alone, dreaming of her smile.
The only song I have is from You Tube
With barely twenty three derisive hits.
I want to touch warmth and skin, not plastic.
I need the challenge of a strangers’ eyes.
Give me people fresh off the nine to five
With children and hobbies and screw the art.
I don’t want to see representations of
Silken flower petals and musky fur.
I want the real things, before they are gone.