Why can’t I be anonymous?
Why can’t I
hide among two dimensional shadows of shallow minds,
walk in the world of me,
drool, if necessary,
cry for independence,
and ignore my fat cat neighbor’s
I can still be invisible and listen to Jack White’s guitar,
even though Detroit is not synonymous with anonymous,
but the man has a gift of creative riff,
and if I don’t crank
I can be nameless, still.
I can help the poor with money orders and cash,
and wear a mask to help dig through fallen rubble.
I can even send good luck cards to freedom fighters in trouble,
I can be anonymous, still,
Or would I be a shallow minded
of self indulgence too?
No, I’m not talking about you.
Hello, my name is Henry Clemmons. Comment vas-tu?