Lonely World Part 3

Seven billion people,

Seven billion egos.

I’m at Seven-Eleven,

Sipping down a Big Gulp,

And eatin’ chicken taquitos.

Somewhere someone’s

Sinking suddenly

Into sophistry.

Either a victim of the Self,

Or a victim of someone else’s

Subtlety of a specious ideology,

And it’s this very thing

That creates lonely disparities

In societies where variety

Is lost in the irony 

Of individuals striving
For conformity. Normalcy reacts 
Negatively to abnormal acts:

The loner, living in a shack

With no Wi-Fi, disconnected

From the pissed and restless.

They're jealous 'cause he’s
Content and blessed with

A fishing rod and a stream

Like he’s living Theroux’s dream.