Mow your own god damned lawn

In a schizoid psychosis once

My mother saw a splash of lime

Behind peeling lemon paint

"The grass is always richer on the other side." She said

I look into rust-splattered mirror

Plaster appearing behind flakey bubbles of baby blue

Tap drips and plumb dribbles

Will water wash my thoughts away

Can I outsource my self-loathing to Media phobias today

The world outside inside

Drivvel non stop

I get glimpses of innocence

But the façade persists

This Truman sky across four walls

Nowhere is safe from the faked-up faces

Contempt bleeds through their masks

Fecal bacteria is what they see

At the ready with pointed fingers

To flush me away any day

Just biding their time until they get the green light

To cancel culture my light

And put this unvaxxed demon

out of mind out of sight