Projection

Just another white-trash
Pseudo-intellectual
Read me like I’m textual
Touch me like I’m sexual
But can I be either to you?
Arrange me in a canopy of fantasy
Like the pin-ups in a young boy’s room
I assume societal positions in your mind’s eye
Fulfilling mother’s dreams for you
Will you leave me when you wake up?
Or will you follow through?
I’m not the cream of young girl’s dreams
… but maybe I will do?

~wwb