primadonna

I am a hyperbolic eccentric
parading my eclectic demeanor on my sleeve
I relish the thought of being
promulgated and propagated,
an opinionated loudspeaker out for a stroll.
If only someone would listen to me
perhaps my insatiable appetite would be wetted.
I have stumbled into a myth
unwillingly I am a victim and predator
in my own ignorant piety,
worship for celluloid flesh.
My personal palimpsest is administered
by autonomous vote,
myself
I want to head the zeitgeist climatic orgasm.
Maybe I’m aiming too high.