When I Listen To My Ipod.
When you put on your headphones and hear your Ipod,
is it only me who imagines things and puts on a facade?
I imagine I am something better or maybe even great,
It maybe the girl of my dreams and me on a date.
In some fantasies, I am the hero of the day,
I always know the perfect things to say.
I might have a very special talent to show my friends,
or I stand up to someone who laughs at me and offends.
Its like the show Cheers, everyone knows my name,
or I catch the winning touchdown, in the big game.
In all my dreams, I am the man,
Everyone loves me, or is a big fan.
Do people read this and think this guy is weird?
I know I am too old for this, heck I have a beard.
People may poke fun at and ridicule me, but they aren't God,
So I am going to embarrass them, as I listen to my Ipod.
Copyright © Chris Matt | Year Posted 2010
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