#69

Sure
Your irony is spot on
And words are
Your playthings
The gyre has come undone
Mere sarcasm is
Loose upon the world
For you
Give it all for
Other playthings that
Don't lose their sheen
Because
"What shines, sells"
And
"Glow and be noticed"
Are the bellowing horns
Of the 21st century
That drown out
Your sound
But
I don't believe
In flashing lights
In make up
Made up face
In a semblance of you
They only see
But not know
I don't care for
You devoid of tricks
And mystery
If you're not the
same underneath
In photographs
In autographs
I'd rather have
Something of yours
Something you
You.