Humongous Poem by Robert R. Railey

Humongous

Humongous was his superego, and so naturally he was plagued with an
unrealistic assessment of his own self-worth
He also never doubted his importance to the world; or at least, not in his own selfish mind
To him, it didn't matter whether the opportunity to love someone was great or small for his adventurous mind would simply tackle the problem as if it were a battle that had to be won
And by far, the worst human trait that he'd ever displayed seemed to thrive in the field of romance, for that's where he felt supreme
It also mattered not whether he was in the right or wrong for to him
it was all a big game