Fränz Müller

Censored

I set the camera,

strike a pose

remembering to smile;

a neighbor watches, craftily

observing all the while.

The image caught,

I’m satisfied

it captured my desire;

but blurring filters I must apply

to prevent that raging fire!

So others see just parts of me

and not the “naughty bits”;

my humanity you cannot see

just the filtered feed that fits.