I am a pawn

Improvisation keeps me alive
drowning otherwise in your everyday
no one hears my distress call—
why should they
flares splutter
anti climactic
and I'm still pigeon holed because you say so—
ah,
what a disgrace,
what have I become
a nothing in a nothing world
where gamblers
and junkies
and hooded men
rule kingdoms bigger than what King Arthur ever did
naive sufferings
this is the now
and I am a pawn
dictators
and motivators
and self help gurus,
you have nothing on me
I will fade to waste
in a world that
just
does
not
care anymore,
did it ever
I don't think so