sucking on the sugar titty of vicariousing . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

sucking on the sugar titty of vicariousing
(elegy for those willing to be automatons) 

what’s this who i’m pretending to be
the one outside i’m seeing through
or some anybody else i’m wishing i am
what’s what i’m feeling i cannot see
wandering here in some where
like it’s inside of me

so how’s i’m the fault for how i’m being
with this scared wrapping here
all up around my knees
and what the hell you supposing i do
when aint nobody seeing nobody here
in this some body especially me

so if i’m the one who supposing to cry
and everybody’s figuring i’m going to die
why shouldn’t i be addictionationing
acting just like any somebody i’m told
numbing fantasizing feeling no pain
filling this growing hole
with whatever it is i’m calling me

Copyright © 1993, 2004, 2018, 2019 Asili Ya Nadhiri

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