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)
- 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
- Views: 18
Comments4
I know the feeling well - good un Garry - or is it Kevin?
Hm.... 🤔
Throw the mirror away . Ignorance is bliss .
Excellent advice! 👍
Did the mirror crack too?! heehee.
👍😈
We do not see ourselves in the mirror as others see us, we only see a reflection of ourselves.
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