My least favorite adjetive.
This ugly shirt that I'm wearing
has a spot on it
something like ambition.
Not obvious at first
but then it becomes a fatal flaw
and you wonder if you
will ever get it out.
Not likely
I don't have much of an ego
much ambition
I remain spotless.
A genuinely nice person
almost as nice as my mom
but not quite.
Ever willing to be of service
up to the point
where I sell my soul
and roast in the fiery pits of hell
which Joy assures me
are definitely there.
June 19, 2007
© 2007 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2007-07-05 at 22:01
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Nice
This ugly shirt that I'm wearing
has a spot on it
something like ambition.
Not obvious at first
but then it becomes a fatal flaw
and you wonder if you
will ever get it out.
Not likely
I don't have much of an ego
much ambition
I remain spotless.
A genuinely nice person
almost as nice as my mom
but not quite.
Ever willing to be of service
up to the point
where I sell my soul
and roast in the fiery pits of hell
which Joy assures me
are definitely there.
June 19, 2007
© 2007 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 611 times
Written on 2007-07-05 at 22:01
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