Poetry An Archetype

[Joey]

A horn is sounding off in my mind
Why are you doing the things you're doing?
Why are you disposed to abuse me?
Predisposed to take me to the stake so prematurely?
How am I to fit into your archetype?
How am I to be arised as weak as one can be?

What is then and what's then found as lost?
Why don't I know myself?
Why nick off a penny for my thoughts
When the grand scope of things says;
'There's a million reasons I can't and I won't pay any attention.'
I bet some billionaires can pretend the same is real.

Equivocate that If you made a thousand a week
And someone else makes a thousand an hour
How cheap it is to throw away a sliver of it?
To give what's in stock to any one person or thing
Why is the lesser amount so valuable to your ego
And the greater a reason to damn the man more?

In valor and grace to be as is - and as it is I am displaced
The sky shines down through black and blue light
As on my person I'm black and blue
Can't you see that I am bruised?
I really don't think I'm so great at all
And in this place we're then the same

I can't pretend I'm not who I am
And who I am pretends to be
What I can't be and what I can't have
A single real friend in whole damn world
I know that many of you are real as can be
But for all I can see, I can't see you myself

Where's my place to spread the wealth?
I haven't a dime to spare
Nothing in mind
And hardly any time
I've loved and lost
I'm lost unloved

So it feels
And for this hunch
I'm ugly as can be
An archetype for the obscene
To be unseen
Unknown for good