She sat in a corner
and yes, she was good looking
and anything time I looked up
day in day out, she was looking right at me

I had no design or illusion
unlike them, I know real from delusion
moreover ignorant bullies do not interest me
and she had been a thoughtless human sheep

Then they sat her in front of me
by now I was bored silly with their stupidity
I never have the passion for their silliness
They talk of Brent Cross, I thought what nonsense

In watford it was another one
petite dark hair and wow, with looks of wow
she came and talked about books
I never had any desire or design, I just wanted survival

Again they banged up the latest
Once again a petite wow, exotic with dark tresses
we talked and I knew, this wasn't real
so I curbed all desires but played along

But that was a mistake
they wanted a love hook to hook me down
toy with my mind and dangle the bait
I had read the score and refused the bait

But nothing I do will make them see their folly
he's in love, go in for the ****, reel him in
so they have created a delusional interest
which they obsessively saivate over

Scripted words of non event
poems and prose of unrequited love
drama after delusionary drama
imagined acts and projections of nothing

Come watch soap by obsessive idiots
come see time wasting and acts meaningless
come see the fools opera by fool for fools
come see how madness turns into a contagious virus
come see Urban myth gives lives to urban worship
Come see our Urban Messiah  laughing till his sides aches