sparrow

how you revel
in your pretense
and empty
language -
but this
image of yours
collapses under
the barest
scrutiny,
and only your
practised
ignorance
protects you from
the scorn
of your peers

you'd like to
appear well-read
and intellectual,
suffocating
your blog in
feminist rambles
which it is
all too clear
you only vaguely
comprehend

and your
manufactured quirks
bleed from each
line - the british
inflections,
trite
anachronisms,
and the occasional
reference
to just how much
money you have
to spend on
ugly
designer clothes

the drone
of your
self-importance
is deafening -
you want
so desperately
to be that girl
- the creative
introvert,
you once said -
but it all rings
so insipidly
false

you are
a caricature
of yourself,
so dense
the light
bends around you