I’m beside myself
Mass-producing miniature clones.
That look just like me.
A matching set of gamblers,
Gamesters, holding a handful of playing cards.
Poker face opposite poker face
I call my bluff. I don’t let on.
Fairground mirrors stretch
Out-of-shape my figures of fun.
With inward-looking in-jokes
I mockingly rib myself.
By myself; inside my bedroom,
Bizarre boredom multiplies.
Working on my tiny toys
Making my own company.
Manufacture my latest line
In clockwork replicas with fitted voicebox.
A walkie-talkie robot that repeats;
“Who are you looking at? Who are you looking at?”
Often, I open my mouth
Fall headlong into my huge trap;
Make my role-model a purse-lipped puppet
And keep it to myself.