Uninvited

go on and face the world at its back,
it plays dirty anyway,
no matter which direction you're at,
it'll stab you in the back.
your fault,
its is sphere.

too much so Your face,
too little so Your voice,
we don't get it,
we don't not get it.

picture,
4 cents worth, none the richer;
now picture,
having half of 3, and a broken bit of 1;
story of my life.
so far, that is.

pretentious?
no.
tolerant?
still no.
sensible?
seems so.