ghost of a poem

Like the naked meets the blind
I know I am shellfish and you are crabcake.
Look all you want but the truth just flew,
Singing that your friends are lost, and you are a fake.

Look through your friends and in your mind,
Figure out that you do not exist.
For the times you thought you knew,
Remember knowledge comes through one ear and through your nose it exits.

Thunderstruck and candy cane bind,
To tell you that you are not living in a fantasy land.
Work your ass off, and the bread you chew,
Will be hard as a leather, and elastic as a rubber band.

Fortune has always been what you tried to find,
You can only get what seeks you.
Chicks and greeks met the flu,
Fetch your own copy from the shelf that is blue.