Outrovert

Here you can drop your luggage,

There you can drop your jaw.

Ain't no love to savor, no rage to savage,

Let's close this chapter; let's call it a draw.

To and fro, your thoughts meander,

Your mind begs to surrender,

Pleads guilty. No mercy, no forgiveness,

Only bitterness. Deceitful as Venus

Are these emotions. All pretense, affectation,

An abusive, intrusive manifestation

Of fallacious composure. So reach

For the false horizon and teach

Yourself, once again, how to tell lies

And how to move your thighs

To the rhythm of this feigned joviality.

Counterfeit happiness in this hoaxing reality.

Ain't no reason to change anything.

Truly. Let us pretend to ignore the seam,

The surgery went well. Now, with a new face,

Go and perform your sacrificial dance.

The audience is watching. Look,

                                    they're clapping their hands.