Pompous CircumstancesA Poem by Gomer LePoetMy head is so big it barely fits up my arsePompous Circumstances he was elitist to the max effect so full of himself in every way if things were not to his liking he would wag his finger and say hey there you insignificant slob don't you know who I am I am royalty so above you knave your words to me a sham you are not worthy of my attention why do you interrupt my train of thought your concern over trivial things mere trinkets I could have easily bought so away with ye now you commoner no longer do I wish you stay yes you might think me pompous but Im so special in every way my products of waste smell delightful I wallow in food and drink throw money away like it's water yes I do not think my s**t would stink you see I am so perfect circumstances beyond your control I will now be running for congress taking more now is my goal I will sell your concerns and worries to whomever gives me my want by the time you figure to replace me another like me will move to the front
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Added on January 11, 2011Last Updated on January 12, 2011 AuthorGomer LePoetTampa, FLAboutI am a former IT Manager/Consultant working for many Fortune 500 companies, mainly in the Banking, Telecommunications industry. I am also a part time musician, playing guitars and keyboards and writ.. more..Writing
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