What insecurity has catapulted me:
Past this, to this endless ‘that’?
From there, to how’s my hair?
And did you see me travel past ?
You know that I flew business class!
And do you see me run so fast?
I was the best, the most, the first –
Neither blessed but cursed:
And you, the past – the last!
Roll out the red carpet, snap-
Instagram the silver chariot,
The mahogany and white roses;
The single tear left on their noses.
And when they ‘like’, count them –
Count them right to my grave:
And you will hear them cheer,
And you will see them wave –
And nothing else will matter
Because for all that this life is,
Fast forward and reverse:
- pause to post that-
I was here and
Watched you mourn.
And I think that I detected envy
- A little bit –
As you drank up the sweet razzle
Dazzle of my Paparazzi hearse.
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