What's the Matter?

We're all the same,
A face with no name.
A crowd of dry husks,
Who preach and who busk.

Leave me alone.
Unplug the phone.
Just go away.
Can't hear what you say.

Only myself,
To keep in my mind.
Put on the high shelf
From the bothering kind.

Since it's just me,
I'm now one of us.
Fancy and free
From morning to dusk.

A rattling can,
A ping without pong.
In a city of flies
I'm now the King Kong.

Except there's no action.
There must be a cure.
I wish a retraction.
I'll have to endure.

Put back how it was.
I know now my fate.
I think it's because
I love what I hate.

5/4/25
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