(I’m just a) cardboard cutout

I’m not cut out for this;

standing in the rain,

my cardboard apathy

scaring no crows,

buttering no parsnips –

so the idiom goes.

You wouldn’t recognise me,

even if you knew


I was supposed to be …


I’m just a cardboard cutout, baby,

listen to iron filings, maybe?

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