Tuesday 19 April 2011

Ego Poem

How rude of her.
Will she ever stop talking?
She isn’t funny
Or interesting either.
I’m waiting to talk.
I’m funny
And interesting.
Teach her a thing or two
If she’d only shut up.
She’s telling me secrets
Begs I don’t tell
Who would I tell?
The stories are boring
I don’t know the names.
I’ve got secrets,
Juicy ones
Bout people we’ve both actually heard of.
She looks good at least.
And I told her so.
I look good.
It hasn’t come up yet.

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