Most people don’t consider boasting a talent
Especially when they’re what you call empty boasts (boasts that are made up)
But boasting’s the best and it’s really hard to do it just right
You literally need a person with an IQ that touches the sky
Don’t worry, look no further, that’s me
I’m who everyone wishes to be
In looks I’m so gorgeous that no one can stare
Without yelling wildly, “My true love is here! ”
I’m so smart at Calculus and Statistics and everything
Boasting and biking, canoeing and rowing
I could become king, king of the world
But I am so modest, I’ve settled for a statue of me made of gold
I have countless talents, more digits than pi
If you counted from 1 all the way to the sky
Still, my one favorite talent, before all the rest
It’s the talent of boasting, and in that I am best.
(Published in Print in 'DeSSerted Island: Poem Collection' - 2014)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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