I wonder

From the outside, with a gratuitous glance in
Sort of boomerang shaped
The introspection is,
It flies back at you as what seems to be a reflection
Which is actually just me me and me
Wondering who are you you her and he,

You are the established, the non struggler
The arrived, the expected, the served,
The known, and the considered.
While I wait in line, asking you questions from the other side of the
joint,
Like women in the synagogue,
I wonder what it could be like on the other side...
To be like you
Figured out and ironed,
No stains, no wrinkkles
Every sentence ending with the right punctuation.
Period over question mark.
Is he lowly technician or just some wierdo.
Just some wierdo?
Just some wierdo.