Please.
See me.
My ponytail
wagging behind
my accountant face.
Watch me delicately
manipulate
the small bits of green food
like decorative pieces of a puzzle
lying on a huge white plate..
See me.
I am branded with designer tatoos
cutting-edge leather shoes
rings pierce my nostrils
dance on my flapping tongue.
Look.
There is a tuft of fuzz
hanging limply
from my weak chin.
So ignore them-
hear
my silent din.
* published in mothwing.com
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Reviews of "FOR HIM TO SEE AND FOR HIM TO BE SEEN"
Reviewed by Grass Hoppa (Reader)
Reviewed on February 28, 2002
outstanding!
Reviewed by C. Gourlay (Reader)
Reviewed on January 16, 2002
A highly enjoyable poem... wouldn't it be a magnificent world if we were all 'real'.