All dressed up with nowhere to go?

I don't have much of a life to speak of.
I can't regale you with exciting stories of my social life,
of 'this scene' and this malaise I have somehow directed towards some semblance of it.

All I have are words.

Strung up, strung-together, pretty little words - with nothing to adorn it on
A useless robe strewn lackadaisical upon feet.