There is nothing worse,
Than a conceited
Buffoon,
Thinking,
He's the Master,
Of a long lost,
Lagoon.
Pity,
His ignorance
And stay, clear
Those wannabe,
Blown ups
Are featherless
Peacocks,
Meant to disappear.
A powerful and incisive write. So masterfully written. Beautifully crafted. Onto my Poem List.
I start to see a menagerie through this poem- a bunch of animals gathered around a watering hole with one doing a lot of posing, vamping, swooning and conceited gesturing. This is a gem of a poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a strong statement, dear Ma’am Sandra...10++++