You'Re So Vain Poem by Robin Bennett

I wondered why your
decoder ring and
magnifying glass
were missing.
You and that
childish spy
kit.

Caught you
red handed.
Up to the
elbow, feasting
on my secret
stash of
words.

Accusing defenseless
words! You believe
each was written
about you? Even though
you've never
been on a yacht,
or have no apricot colored
scarf; how vain of you!

Never satisfied
with beating
each commandment
like a dead horse;
no not you! You
had to dive head
first into the
vanity pool.
Good luck drying
off that
deadly sin.

So when you
climb off
your dark horse,
you'll see it's
called poetry. I'm
not hell bent on
re-writing the Bible.