By
Peter Wuteh Vakunta, Ph.D.
I suffer from attention deficiency,
I am an attention aficionado!
That’s why I crave attention,
Day and night, morn’ and noon.
I am attention addictive,
That’s why I wear see-through clothes!
I seek attention, everywhere under the sun
Moreover, everywhere under the moon.
I am attention famished,
That’s why I dress in sagging pants!
I can’t have enough of attention,
My drug of choice.
I caught the attention virus,
Reason why I wear fake nails,
I long to ape in order to
Attract attention to ME.
I contracted the attention pandemic,
That’s why I wear faux eye-lashes!
I need to be noticed by Tom, Dick and Harry.
I desire attention.
I am attention addicted,
That’s why I swear by cosmetic surgery!
I wear make-believe breasts,
I’ve got artificial boobs.
I am attention-starved,
That’s my visible anatomy
Is replete with tattoos.
Just look at me now!
I cannot evade the ‘me too’ syndrome.
That’s why I inject myself with botox!
Look how cute I am.
Fuck the haters!
I can’t have enough of attention,
That’s why my jalopy hollers,
All over the place.
Who cares anyway?
Hey! Hey! Au secours!
Save me from victimhood.
S.O.S! Save me from me!
Help! Au secours!
© Vakunta 2023
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