Humor the Mirror
He's one who often finds himself
on the right side of every wrong issue,
and is predictably late whenever he takes
short cuts just to get there way ahead of you;
quite habitually he runs right smack
into a creepy creditor he dreads to meet,
or ends up sweating in a heavy raincoat
in an abnormally unexpected high noon heat;
he says he's marching to the beat
of his own drums you just can't hear,
and stares at you, you at him in the mirror,
two cheerful bunglers, so close, so near !
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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