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 adorn see-through garbs!
I seek attention, under the sun
Even under the moon.
I am attention famished,
That’s why I wear sagging pants!
I can’t get enough of attention,
My drug of choice.
I’ve got the attention syndrome,
Reason why I wear fake nails,
I long to ape the mukala in order to
Attract attention to ME.
I caught the attention epidemic,
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 and hidden anatomy
Is replete with tattoos.
Just look at me now!
I can't 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,
To hell with the Carolina squatters!
Who gives the fuck, anyway?
Hey! Hey! Au secours!
S.O.S! Save me from ME!
Help! Mayday!
© Vakunta 2024
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