KING OF NOTHING

By alp

Thu, 04 Nov 2004

You walk proudly, arrogantly,
Wearing your invisible crown.
The way you hold your big head up,
I guess stops your 'crown' slipping down.

You have a satisfied smile;
It has no compassion at all.
You make me think of a 'crude' word;
Starting with ass, ending with hole.

If you could relax a little,
Rather than love yourself a lot,
You might see how you waste your time,
Showing off what you haven't got.

17 April 2002