to be clever

ah, but it's too late.

i am currently
at odds with my reflection.

b*****d's run off with my girl
and thrown pig-faced names at me
like they were drunken darts
or something.

teach him to call me a pisser.

counter-arguments and like-minded insults
will later be born
as i am lying on the couch
or chopping carrots--
witty observations like,
"sure, you may have stolen my girl,
but i can find another.

who can you find in that
weepy little mirror of yours
except yourself?"

Author's Note

I've kinda slowed down on the writing recently. I'll try to pick it back up.

Reviews

[Juliet]

I can relate to this in a way, having an object of affection stolen. The great comebacks and insults always do come later and I'm glad to see I'm not the only one that thinks so. Very honest piece.

"who can you find in that
weepy little mirror of yours
except yourself?"

Great ending. It sums up the poem well while still relating back to the lines at the begining.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Have you published a book? I'd read it.

The Georgia legislature should vote you their poet laureate in my opinion.

[Emily B]

I want desperately to say it's never too late, but sometimes it just is