by John Smallshaw
(London, England)
Bombarded with imagery
visual trickery
an interpretation of artistry
by the artists of industry
who ply me with foolery
it's no wonder
I'm in purgatory.
Throw me a rope
let me tie up a noose
I've got to cut loose
from normality.
Paralysed by the ludicrous
and unable to focus
on what's real.
I tend to buy every deal that
they sell
my life is not well
but they've got a remedy
and once more
paint a comedy
in my eyes
all that I see
are the artists of industry
fooling me.
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