The pieces fall together
Regardless of who gets in the way
Mostly you/mostly me
Pushing and positioning
Polishing and practicing
Stretching the truth
Until it fits precisely
Into a neat and tidy box
Posted to your favorite social network
Paul called from the street
He doesn’t own a computer
Says he needs to keep it real
He’s the king of…………..Real
Dressed like Lady Liberty
January until April
Waving to everyone passing by
Reminding them of taxes
Said it’s been a good season so far
Paul should know
It’s his fourth time out
He’s only been hit with:
Five drinks
Four eggs
Half a sandwich and
A melted ice cream cone
Just one dog bit his ankle
He’s been called a loser twice
A prick thrice
And a sore upon humanity
Only once
Made some friends too
Social gatherings
Huddled on the street
Au fait upon the screen
Everyone ganging up
So as not to feel alone/afraid
Hitting “like”
Yelling “fuck you”
Little groups of this and that
Celebrities with fans
Average people reaching out
Trying to connect
Hoping to end the silence
Seeping through their pores
While everyone claims happiness
From an iPhone
With touchscreen capabilities
My own hand
Reaching out to touch right back
But only finding
A scattered trail of dust
Coming through a forlorn window
Illuminated by the cold sun
Which melts into a bitter moon
Just before the clock strikes midnight
And the truth of existence
Is undeniable
