EgoA Poem by Richard MuellerLoving this
Our egos are inflated bigger than the balloons we boast high and mighty,
each with their own colours, and varying in different sizes, simple difference astounding However, the thing they have in common ties back into the idea of ego, for they all, again, are smaller than our egos of which are inflated, and so, they are different, but the same The same in that they stand united against a conceited mind, thinking everything is right, my way or the highway, and my way, more sly and serpentine than any other possible solution, for I am high and mighty Even higher than those balloons of which we hold up ourselves because if we, the egomaniacs, were lower than petty balloons, we'd be the laughingstock of, not only ourselves, but those around us because we brag Braggarts of our wealth and our skill, our fame and our luck, our looks and our intelligence, just so we can feel better about ourselves because we know so very well we are not We are barely average in intellect, barely making it by, gambling everyday so consistently, and we all know even perceived sheer luck can get you so far, so many times
© 2017 Richard MuellerAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorRichard MuellerRiver Grove, ILAboutWritten in digital ink, I implore to you my thoughts for they are something you'd be intrigued by, I would think The Poet And The Singer, Both With Silver Tongues PS I'm 17, but to be able to read.. more..Writing
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