Us Poor Poet's Poem by James McLain

We have egos the size of hot
Air balloons.
So arrogant we fill up a room.
Some clique up thinking to survive.
A few stand on their own and make
A name here to be proud.
And then theres what we argue over
Who is where hi up.
And who is riding low are brought
Up hi.
I think we should study the dead more
Than the living.
And we should write about it all
Good or bad.
By the way sex sells here like any
Where eles and so does love.
Like a rose 🌹 thats never picked.