Bobo Control

It is

an opportunity

says the grinning bobo doll

teetering at winter’s edge.

we didn’t have this before,

take advantage

of modern opportunities.

and I push him down

.

Some people take it

and function.

the teetering ceases

Some people take it

and fall down.

.

The time

darkens

as the clock

turns forward

trying to save the times.

Sometimes

I try to consciously

push it faster.

I tell myself,

this too shall pass

and pressing down it does-

.

-Sometimes I stop

just to remember

when I last pressed

that light speed button-

and then

I have to cope.

.

I’ve done and tried

so many ways.

I don’t like

the medical method

or it’s illegitimate friends

I don’t like

those who just tell me

not to be anxious

I don’t like

those who (over)diagnose me

and tsk like yenta hens

I don’t feel like

a freezing ice cube

can burn through my personality

.

The bobo

pulses with someone else’s

is it really mine?

pent up aggression.

The bobo

taught me

my social cues.

The bobo is flying

forward.

Can I dodge?

is the light speed button

still under my thumb?

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