Sidney Hall Mad Poet Poet Rhyme

Reflections of Insanity

I don’t believe there is such a thing as a mirror,
Because this so called reflection is not really me.
I think he is a stranger that moved  into my house,
For the man that I see is somewhat,  ugly.

I think he built  this life size  window 
To spy on everything that  I do
And I can tell you he is beginning  pissing me off
I can feel my anger’s starting to brew

Once I moved to the side of the window
And he disappeared out of sight
What I could see a part of his room 
Gave me an terrible fright

The bugger’s been to the same shop 
And bought the same things I have
The bed, cupboards and lamp shades
And on the table he even has the same Sat. Nav.

I peeped into this window
With the hope to catch him off guard
But there he was looking at me
Staring just as hard

I stood in front of the loser and cussed the most colourful words
The monkey aped every action even the moving of his lips
Then it dawned on me that he wore the same clothes
In the same pose with his hands on his hips 

So infuriated, I punched the window
And ended his years of  peeping tom jeer
However, the bugger is now haunting me 
In every glass I happen to peer

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Daver Austin January 15, 2014 at 12:55 PM Clever. Enjoyed. Congrats. daver

Kate Mcnaughton August 31, 2011 at 12:34 PM I loved this one, we dont see ourselves changing with age, we think we look the same,until that mirror gets us! what a great write Sidney!!

Red Fiery July 8, 2011 at 7:33 AM we try to escape from ourselves at times simply because we don want to face the reality . Reflection is not easy to digest . A brilliant entry Sid .

Elizabeth Wesley June 24, 2011 at 8:07 PM Yes, I agree, reflections are best stayed away from especially after a certain age!

Doris Culverhouse June 22, 2011 at 3:11 PM good one....

Sidney Hall Mad Poet June 22, 2011 at 2:31 PM not from where I come from :-)

Lisa Cooper June 22, 2011 at 2:08 PM great write my knight but you spelt loser incorrectly.... lol

Carolyn Devonshire June 22, 2011 at 3:50 AM VERY COOL POEM, Sidney. We may try, but we can't escape ourselves. A clever and unique entry for the Mirror Language contest and I wish you success. Love, Carolyn