His head is an arrogant, smiling sphere.
He never does listen, though claiming to hear.
He thinks that he’s needed, when really he’s not;
As far as men go, he believes he is hot.
He says all the right things until you’re alone;
It’s then you find out he’s a windbag ego!
He talks of himself like he’s some kind of king;
The truth is, this man doesn’t do anything.
O never you mind what you want, do or say,
Because it’s all wrong if it isn’t his way.
He hates this exact kind of treatment, it’s true,
But never does realize his own attitude.
He talks and he talks and he talks and he talks,
Not lending a thought to the path that he walks.
I can’t stand his company driving me mad,
And I cannot pretend that it makes me feel bad.
I wonder his head can still fit through the door;
Despite all the air, can he fill it with more?
Yet I could consider him farther removed
By sticking a pin in his ego balloon!
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I used all three things in the first line and had to continue, for today’s
#Threethingschallenge.
Ouch!
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I enjoyed reading this poem, Crystal. As i was reading I wondered how it would change if “he” was a “she.” If the roles were reversed, and the poetic “I” was a man.
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I wondered the same thing, Lynda. One thing is clear, fortunately or unfortunately, we all have an ego. So I think the poem would apply equally, regardless of gender. And it wasn’t meant to be a stereotype of any kind. 🙂
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Oh how I liked this! Reminded me of the ex partner! Thanks for using the 3TC today.
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Thank you, and thanks for the three things. The first line jumped out at me, and the rest just followed. Whether male or female, I think we all know someone like this.
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Too right. I left the relationship and never looked back.
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