A Conversation with a Simpleton

M. Evermore

Look at me

What do you see?

An empty space?

And absolute waste?

You will tell me, I know,

What you think of me

I need not wonder

However,

I must say,

‘Whatever’

Now you look at me in shock

You expect me to defend myself

But ‘why should I waste such words

On the likes of you?’

That was a rhetorical question;

You need not answer

And now you puff up, swelling like a goose

I feel a laugh but quell it

Poor man

Thinking he has a chance

Against a wit like me

You now sprout off words,

Saying them like poetry

Should I bust that balloon-like chest?

‘Perhaps the helium has gotten to your head’

And now he looks like a crab! How delightful!

I ought to take a photo

Camera, anyone?

But noooo

You must ruin my fun

As you huff and puff,

Grumbling about ‘stupid women’

Ugh,

What a pig

What a sexist, idiotic man

So huff away, good man!

Go on, go on

Keep insulting women like that,

See where that gets you

Perhaps in a hole, six feet under

After all, we are quite emotional creatures

Practically evil

‘Shh

We are witches, we might hear you’

You pale at that

You are more supernatural than us!

You begin stammering, stuttering, spluttering

Like a simpleton

You hurry away like the devil is after you

A fool, undoubtedly




  • Author: M. Evermore (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 20th, 2022 09:33
  • Category: Unclassified
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