Mirror Damage

It's another fair at a seaside resort,
The buntings up as they give out awards,
To charities and prom queens
And wrinkled old has-beens,
For services rendered
To long since dead memories,
It fucks up my mind
Watching pompous ceremonies,
Fake smiles on turnstiles,
They're queuing up, single file,
To see the show, this circus of freaks,
A mere picture postcard to heartbreak.

Dream on, all you gullible folks,
Can't you tell you're the butt of an almighty joke?
Patronized and synchronized,
Criticized and chastised,
They have you by the balls,
Or haven't you realized?
Maybe I'm just a crazy son-of-a-bitch
With a real urge to die.
I flee from your illusion,
Your misguided confusion,
I don't want to go down to see the show,
When I can look in the mirror and see a freak I know.

Sad eyes tell sad tales, heartbreaking stories,
Honesty's in them and the truth is gory,
Beleaguered and broody,
Besieged in my sanctuary,
Wish they'd leave me alone,
In my bucolic fantasy.
The eye of this beholder
Is comely to the majesty,
Of efflorescent shadows,
Spreading the scent of sorrow.
Furtive, stealthy invaders weave gossamer,
To veil the tears that roll down my mirror.

Oh how much I long for pastures new,
Where prose is sanctified and speaks only of truth,
No decoral plumage painted lies,
Grandiose illusory smiles,
Or half-hearted miracles
Pertaining to conformist style.
My world paints a different picture
Of dark dreary skies,
The depression of regression,
Submission to concession,
The fissure cracks that scar the image,
Gray kaleidoscopes of mirror damage.