A figment of the imagination.

So you bought the clothes

you wear the shoes

you've had the piercings

your tattoos are fresh

You speak the lingo

and check your phone

twice a minute

to see what others

are doing

but you're still

outside the crowd.

 

They say they're having fun

that life is one long party

and yet you feel desolate

and incredibly lonely.

I've got news for you!

They are also desolate

in their laborious pretence.

In the hedonism 

that makes its demands,

but they daren't admit it.

Fun being an olde religion

how dare they

deem it a failure?

And say that 

fun does not exist

that fun is a myth

a figment of the imagination.