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You aren't as funny as you think you are
Nor a tragic hero nor an enigma that you wannabe
Deep down flawed just as elsewhere if not worse to a degree
Appearing earnest, nothing but a pity party
Always one step short, wronged of a masterpiece
Cryptic and coded, with air of ingenuity
Vein and haughty, itching with jealousy
Self-indulgent patient with an overdose of sympathy
For one's misguided missteps in pursuit of a folly
Pretentious verses make you look a phony
Sickened, they would watch paint dry as a hobby
Confidence is a virtue that you shouldn't have been taught
Distraught that time lost in your company went to naught
Promise wouldn't be caught with a ten-foot pole here on out
From your insufferable, aggravating, pitiful façade
Dude cut me some slack, stop holding me hostage
Whatever I do, it always gets turned into a headache
Is t it too much to ask for a little bit of a solace
From your pertinent, permanent, persisting wreckage
To everything I am and my baggage
Let me fake till I at least I had an illusion I made it
Trying something I know to be both true and stupid
Be of use for once other than a cynical critic
For all intents and purposes you and I are the same
Why not make peace at least for the remaining days
Sigh.

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