So what’s your angle?, I got asked a lot.
What’s the hook you snag your people in with?
Everyone’s gotta have one, you know.
Everyone’s in the business of busy business, after all.
Everyone but me, it seems.
The bubblegum goo of marketing oneself
Turns my stomach sour and my mind sticky.
Not trying to be one of those cool pseudo-rebels slouching
In the back of the room,
Cracking wise about others’ Barry Manilow wardrobes.
Anybody to look at me would think more of vanilla ice cream goodness, anyway.
But, inside, I do seethe
With the phony baloney push of it all.
The perpetual ” look what I can do”
Mindless twirl of what is expected
To succeed today.
Because, succeed you must.
It’s the everything to everybody.
And it only looks like this, folks-
The overloud, obnoxious pow from the TV-
Like cartoonish Batman action sequence
It yells to you in technicolor brightness.
It looks like the shiny hook
The whole damn world
Knows is dangling
But gulp up like good little guppies nonetheless.
And here I sit without a line to my name
That I can stand to throw out anymore.
And, yet, though few understand
And some are even agape,
I have never felt so okay…