Don’t tempt me with the lights of Broadway
Only to shroud me in the obscurities of regret
You don’t know me.
Character is more than a font
Its commercial epitaph on your arm
You don’t own me
But you are most certainly owned
Blonde hair is blinding to those who can’t comprehend bleach
It’s pointless to try
My punctuation is fine you see
I never stopped to think
So it never occurred to me
That I should take a breath
Because I can feel
The importance of a message
Rather than the
Of its recipient.
Don’t judge my brain by my shoes
Your perception is skewed by the price tag
Hanging from your name
And I have no time for ordinary.
A race of humans
Can’t you see how thirsty we are?
Blinded by the paycheck
There you remain.