When egos are bruised,
Some choose to use the opportunity...
To slide their rears to appear on shoulders.
'And you?
What is it that you choose to do? '
Well...
I've been accused of having a huge ego.
Much too big to carry on my shoulders,
So...
I try to convince my correctness,
Is a part of my DNA others should accept.
'That's ego! '
No.
Self esteem would be more appropriate.
'And when that is bruised...
How huge does that get?
And when that happens...
Where does one go to rent a forklift? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem