Well dressed and vexed.

How do you all gather the gall to judge me.
Ignore this handkerchief soggy with
my tears in the form of words.
And you leave me like a cactus in the desert.
Did you not call me prickly?
Here´s your chance.
I like those jackets and fine woven pretences.
I like those boasts and the minimum access
I´m given to breach.
A tidy lesson in pop killing with my
creativity´s beach-head.
See you in the shop where the prices are
tweeked.
and the merchandise are people´s dreams.