White Lie Wedding

I was fed up with people. Aw...scratch. Edited for rambling. Thanks =)

choices as boisterous pustules of pity
you stare at the sky, but in the city
man-made light as neon gods
you hear "poor you", your head nods
the automatic doll bobble,
that belongs on a long forgotten shelf
an offering to your true deity
but i don't recall Jesus eating himself