To The Egotist Poem by kendall thomas

To The Egotist



I don't believe I know your name,
but surely you are quite insane.
Here you are on a spinning ball
fast whirling through an empty hall
trying to seek some scrap of fame.
But, oh, what applause you garner
will not even travel farther...
than from your earlobe to your brain.

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