THE SIMPLE THINGS

The simple things employ my brain,
those things that others trip on,
those moments that just happen unawares,
they're there presented 
and performed, 
not for us, 
not perhaps for anyone,
and yet when they're perceived they fill the mind, 
the universe,

.
‘I need to find my room
you're new here aren't you?
I can't ask the nursing staff
if they think I'm getting lost
they'll want to transfer me to the locked section

Man, look at that cleavage there!
large pale globes just bulging out
inviting everyone to stare,
whistle, perhaps even shout.

Do you think the cleavage folks
purposely expose their goods
leading to such crude lewd jokes
about their large and jiggly goods?

The tee shirt's not quite up to task
the cloth's too sheer and not too tough
which kinda leads most folks to ask
what fabric would be strong enough?

...And the Dragon sheds the last tear,
His happiness an illusion.
Driving promises of lies told to self,
Unbearable,
unbelievable,
unrelentless pain,
self-inflicted for my soul's humility.
It is a sad thing
when there is no-one to blame.
Packaged
and sold against self imprisonment
and denial,
pulsing veins of blackest sin.
My scales absorb the pain as my teeth
grind fault loudly,
making damn sure my ears
carry every word and feeling of betrayal
to my inner core of emotion.