Though my clothes are not your style
And in my shoes you've never walked a mile,
And when you start speaking of prejudices with guile;
I just look at you, and I give smile.
When you mock someone else's life's path
From the clothes that they wear or if they took a bath,
Your answers are in criticism and always in wrath;
I just look at you, and I begin to laugh.
When you try your best at others to provoke
At their sensitivities you enjoy to prod and poke,
Behind their back you have mocked and hatefully spoke;
I just look at you, and then I tell a joke.
Sometimes I realize that you just don't think
Or maybe you have had to much to smoke or drink,
Maybe though you should go and see yourself a shrink;
I just look at you, and I give a wink.
Hurting others feelings I believe is your main perk
Most of the time to others you are a complete jerk,
Remember words and insults about me don't ever work;
I just look at you, and I give a smirk.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem verupy impressed.
Thank you for reading my poem and thank you for your words. Randy