WITH THAT LOOK OF NONCHALANCE

oh tell me something Mister searcher

what’s your joy in all this thing?

are you really a master of reality?

or just a tripper without his wings?

this a way that a way

your eyes go everywhere

like the owner of Boardwalk

in a game of Monopoly

though I can tell by your smile

it’s been a while

since you’ve won anything

was it your mother or your father?

who taught you how to play?

or maybe yourself?

though somehow didn’t realize

others had learned the game

and would challenge you

without warning

not letting on

they’d changed the rules

only to beat you

time and again

with that look of nonchalance

© 1976 Chris Sorrenti