The Wheel of Fortune to me
Was a game show,
Big numbers,
Noise and jingles
Now it is a tarot card
Telling me that
Not everything
Is beer and skittles
The first car I ever wanted
Was an SUV
To drive my friends
A duty I learnt
From father dearest
I’d now much rather
Take the bus alone
Earphones plugged
Nothing playing
I buy drinks in bottles
And tell myself
I love the environment
By recycling plastic
I’m on OKcupid, Tinder
And Coffee meets Bagel
And have only met one
To date
(To date)
It’s time to choose a gown
And practice my curtain calls
But the reception after
Is an empty spread
I’m a perfectionist,
I see the ideals
And scorn those who aren’t them
But myself the most
I now deduce
Sitting in the shower,
Clothes drenched
Sweat and mildew,
That I’m a perfectionist
That gave up on perfection
Not able to feel himself exist
Past the age of 27
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