Decoy

Our decoy
Sits in our cubicle
Or truck or wherever
We wish to appear to be since
The real us needs a decoy to allow
Us to be alone safe hidden away
In a world of take no prisoners
Give no second chances we
Operate behind isms that
Are our face-up cards
But our cards held
To our chest are
What we want
How to get it
What we
Really
Think
Our
True self
Behind the
Decoy unless
We believe our
Own malarkey which
Is always the first step
To destruction in humans
And in our societies and now
We have skewed media to help
Us believe our ism is not our decoy.
Oh! That’s right, you have no
Decoy because like Pop
Eye the sailor you sez
What you means
And means
What you
Sez.
Decoy?
Nonsense!