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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