He climbs out of his car.
Admires his reflection.
Intoxicated by
His self perceived perfection.
He tells himself he's number one.
Says he's entitled to his fun.
He never wants to pay his way.
When he's asked he walks away.
Accepts no responsibility.
Just tells himself he must be free.
Says self preservation must be his rule.
Believes he's a winner and thinks he's cool.
But he's a legend inside his tiny mind.
Because sadly one day he will find
He's on his own - his friends are gone.
And he won't understand where he went wrong.
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Author:
Andy Hunter (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Been watching too much reality tv I'm afraid
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They are difficult to deal with ... Iām sure ...
You're correct, I once had a boss like this. Not a nice person. Thanks š
Perfectly said. Well done.
Thank you š I am sure we have all met someone like this and either pitied or tried to avoid them.
Haha, good poem. Great image of the character type. I enjoyed reading it and speaking it out loud. It made me smile.
Strangely I have two friends who are going through this problem with there partners.
Andy
'Intoxicated by
His self perceived perfection.'
'Believes he's a winner and thinks he's cool.
But he's (Only) a legend inside his tiny mind.'
these words, dear Poet
represent threads to that nightmare reflection
I flinch - from, every morning...
I just hope, that one day
they'll be a mirage, reflection: of me
than that shudderingly - bleak, reality...
wonderfully succinct wording, insightful poetry
thanks for sharing
Images can reflect dreams or nightmares. Thanks for your kind comments.
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