Open Letter to Queen Louise №17
I’ve had a magazine cut-out of this yacht on my wall for a long while;
Before I filed that lawsuit;
Behind said yacht, first unbeknownst to me, is an ad of a man holding an orange;
I put it up merely because I had the strained dream of learning to sail;
Not one person really cares for my self-inclined hobbies;
They all look ridiculous to everyone, like my raw oyster habit;
But I continue to pursue these shadows of my mind;
For who knows where they may lead, in faith.
I just want to be on open water, alone with the people I love most;
Not all this fakery and concern of status;
I merely want the power and means to be left alone in sheer enjoyment;
However, everyone wants me to do insipid things;
To please their carnal, sleepy routines of boring nothingness;
I seek to be my most self;
And find the most supreme self in others.
Most around me enjoy whatever is first offered on TV;
I so tire.