“That man staring back
through my spiked bathroom mirror
is an impostor.
Dark, almost shining
skin ought to be porcelain
to match my decor.
The nose too, too wide,
this is not what I paid for
in my wonderland.
You must understand
that I am a public man,
the Show’s cardboard stand.”
Oh, this too is a
drama technologista.
The heart might be gold,
but power to change,
in the hands of greed, or art,
a match in luna.
jam09
