Stepping up and stepping out
Of the bottomless black hole
Drenched in self-doubt.
Prancing and posturing,
Best foot forward,
Battling pretenses
Battered about.
Listening lightly to
Whimsical wishes,
Boisterous banter
Buffets my brain.
Crowded cotillions of
Dolls dressed in merriment,
Paltry pretensions of
Meaningless mutter.
Why should I play
Your best foot game?
Time spent in agony.
Little to gain.
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