Sit down and graze,
As they talk about you in reverse,
Still spinning plates,
Your aesthetics a curse.
Fill your face with due haste,
A replacement for food,
Don't gather a taste,
Just a colour of a look.
Seeing things periphally,
Little numbers hiding,
Simple misgivings,
Thrown in the deep end.
Counting on and off,
Just to settle,
Seeing the beauty of a rose,
With the wrong number of petals.
Sending out a kiss,
Floating cartoon lips,
Towards the chosen door,
And all I want to do.
