The Ego Game

I've been writing SO much poetry lately!  And to the extent that to offer it is a gift (rather than a curse — which is amusing, considering the gift-or-curse nature of this one), you all infinitely deserve to have one.  

So here you are!  

The Ego Game

I will mock you
for the things you do badly,
even though they are things I don't do at all.

my impressive running-speed:
it's all done on treadmills; 
I go nowhere.

Listen close
You could never hate me
nor I you, half as much
as I clearly hate myself.

Play my game
at your peril;
I offer it because 
it's the only one I could win.

Notice, as we walk away
from comparing all the things
that make no difference,
that I am crying just as hard as you.

About puredoxyk

Word addict, kungfu/taiji nut, and life-partner to polyphasic sleep. Rabid fan of as many hobbies as the world will let me pry into its piddly fourth dimension (it helps to have knocked out the wall).
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One Response to The Ego Game

  1. ze says:

    Nice one!

    Though I'm sure I could do better… ya know, if I wanted to. ;þ

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