10/10 Technique

Sundays,

bus-stop 

bustling, 

the corporate 

image 

has been 

rejected 

for a day 

and yet

the automated

state of mind 

remains,

who am I?

where should I be?

those who can’t

function without

directives 

are clearly 

defective

 

“alright mate,

what ya doing for a living”

 

“that ain’t important”

 

I leave the conversation

purposely walking 

with a limp,

the local gimp

offers me 

various forms

of rehabilitation, 

I confidently 

turn him down,

demonstrating 

I can perform

a backflip 

on request,

I’ve got 10/10 

technique,

Yeah! 

I’m a real 

fucking freak 

of nature,

a clown 

of sound mind

caught up

in circus performer

behaviour