Bubble Bro

 

Bubble Bro

 

Wrapped in his bubble,

His outlook colored,

Diffracted and smeared,

The fragile filters occluding,

But smelling clean enough to be tolerated,

Maintaining their oily coruscations.

 

Warped in his bubble,

Unaware of externals,

An ego self-maintained,

Subject to easy injury,

One only needs a fact

To prick the shell.

 

Wasted in his bubble,

Sucking the oxygen from the room,

He trumpets his disdain

Of the troubles of others,

And tells how their harms

Affect his bottom line.

 

Wandering in his bubble,

He sees only so far,

A view restricted by comfort,

A perspective painted in pennies,

Would outward reach shatter

The self-imposed blister?


Wrapped in his bubble,

He feels shielded from scrutiny,

If he does not see out,

Who may see in?

But really…

Who wishes to peer beneath so thin a skin?

 

Cliff Lake 3/4/2025

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2025

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