Nothing to peddle,
nobody to pander to,
just here to serve
a restraining order
six feet around my mind,
lest one stumbles upon
a forgotten diary
where my life is parked
in relative anonymity.
But it's an average life
as Ricky Gervais says,
in depth, length and piddly breadth.
A benign one, with smooth edges,
and subdued affections
throttled under a pillow.
Make memories, they said.
I bought memory foam instead.
