Herewith
a phrase or two
exploding you
o bladder of pomposity,
filled with fatuity
swollen, smirking sack
balloon of bloated bombast,
caricature of self-esteem
May my words be
as sharp shears
clipping off the wool
you’ve spun
over the eyes
of your bemused beholders.
Hmmmm. Guess it's a good thing you said it here instead of to his/her face. But if you do intend to say it to his/her face, please let me know - I want to watch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am thrilled that you posted this one Tom, it remains one of my favorites. Jeffrey