Narcissit? Who me?

Monday, November 9, 2009

Work Poem

Some might think of it, a curse;

that I can only write in verse.

But I think I do it very well,

and they should all just go to Hell.

I like to giggle when I rhyme,

I'm ought to do it all the time.

For what I write is cute and neat

no great meal; just ice cream treat.

I think that it is alright

to write things cute, and write things bright.

Because underneath my words so sweet;

hidden torment will you meet.

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