Stupid, Gullible


Life has never found more delight in me
Then when I was child, stupid, gullible
Great ambitions of making every right decision
And growing up
To be a
Super model
Actress
Egyptologist
Artist
I was a child, stupid, gullible
To believe
I could be all these things and more.

Life finds me in strange places
In strangers bedrooms and living rooms
Like a child, stupid, gullible
I have made myself
Readily Available
To be
Loved
Adored
Admired
Envied
Voyeurised
Pursued
I was a child, stupid, gullible
To ignore the repercussions
And believe I would be real
Not part of some fantasy.

Life has me where it wants me
Blindly addicted to a blood sucking vortex
Of useless, brain-cell killing information.
Like a child, stupid, gullible
I have let myself become
Fashionable
Intrigued
Mindlessly Entertained
Overly-Educated
Without Purpose
Self-loathing
Like a child, stupid, gullible
I have allowed myself
To Believe
That what the vortex tells me
Defines worldly, and other-worldly truth

Men have me where they want me, too
Anxiously attempting to satisfy
In order to satisfy myself
Like a child, stupid, gullible
I have made it my ambition to be
Polite
Well-Mannered
Decorated and Painted
Poised
Mindfully Stupid
Silently bitter
Apathetically sexual
Yet surprisingly willing
Like a child, stupid, gullible
I have always thought
These actions would fulfill me.

In a fruitless attempt to make sense of it all
I continue to be left confused
Like a child, stupid, gullible
I will continue to be what you have made me.
Let no person go unaccountable
For what I am
And for what you are
A product of technology
I was born, stupid, gullible, on the assembly line.