Her
Her
Her brainless has it all
Her blindness hinders all
Her selfishness has no bounds
Her ears listen only sounds
Her intelligence left on train
Her self-esteem washed by the rain
Her perception lies in shadow
Her greetings are shallow
Her mouth tight as a drum
Her benevolence, a crumb
Her jealousy you can touch
Her talent not too much
Her surroundings mucky
Her situation very lucky
He’s afraid of losing
So, she continues using.
David Cox 07/06/22
Copyright © Dave Cox | Year Posted 2022
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