Poor Kevin

Garry

God, Kevin, When I look at you
You’re ugly and you’re fat
With sagging cheeks and rotten teeth
And your smell of long dead rat

I find it hard to look at you
I hate you more than words can say
Now I have to put this mirror down
And get on with my day

  • Author: Garry (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 20th, 2017 03:59
  • Comment from author about the poem: More bizarre offerings on my new(ish) https://dancingpensblog.wordpress.com/blog/
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments4

  • Michael Edwards

    I know the feeling well - good un Garry - or is it Kevin?

    • Garry

      Hm.... 🤔

    • swingline

      Throw the mirror away . Ignorance is bliss .

      • Garry

        Excellent advice! 👍

      • orchidee

        Did the mirror crack too?! heehee.

        • Garry

          👍😈

        • Goldfinch60

          We do not see ourselves in the mirror as others see us, we only see a reflection of ourselves.



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