Expectations Existing Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Don't get me mixed up with an image fixed.
Or innuendos heard through quick and juicy gossip.
I may feel to feed you with perceptions to believe are real.
But as those perceptions go to fade away,
As fashionable as a fad had to pass to be forgotten...
So does my appetite to appease and appeal,
To those with expectations existing to feast upon...
Limited insights long left behind and gone.
I'm here to bloom.
Not to wither prematurely.