Mr. Nobody

Mr. Nobody. Real life, fake lotus Break focus. Way too normal to take notice Women and rage. Sugar, salt, cinnamon, sage The city throbs. Endless shitty jobs and minimum wage It’s nonsense. Flashy patterns, polka dots and gold checkers Cold efforts. Avid collector of old records Mostly poor. Little things you have to look closely for I hate kids and standing in line at the grocery store I’m divorced. Exile enforced. New fears A few beers. I haven’t had sex in over two years I've tried to trust. It’s useless. I wallow in my disgust Why discuss it? No car, I ride the bus Steel doesn't decide to rust it just does Words written out with your finger where the dust was Cliché. He-say she-say. So funny Forgot to laugh. Go study. Call me Mr. Nobody The invisible man I’m hiding in the bushes The invisible man I’m stewing in my own juices The invisible man Writing letters to the editor The invisible man Riding a bike with a flat tire... Unfurled young girl. Stand up. Strike back Get dressed. Don’t hold yourself open like that It’s terrible. Carrying on. Precarious position Jumping, kissing. I look in your eyes and I see that something’s missing You've been punished, brainwashed. Pain squashed Haunted and hunted. You could have had anything you wanted Now you’re ruined. Screwing around with a villain If I ever find out who did this to you, I swear to God, I kill him The invisible man I’m hiding in the bushes The invisible man I’m stewing in my own juices The invisible man Writing letters to the editor The invisible man Riding a bike with a flat tire...