Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Vanity

A Vain Boy

My vanity overcomes me.
You might wonder what I mean.
I mean literally.
Every other second,
I pause to stare in the mirror.
I fancy myself,
In some way
Perhaps I'm pretty
I prefer to say handsome
I don't know a lick of poetry,
(I paused to look up lick - is that really used?)
You see me high as a kite,
thinking, again,
wanting to say,
"No - I lie."
but no,
I don't.


Took a few hits and now I'm completely stoned. I always forget how good it is to be stoned. Either my tolerance level is real low or this is pretty good weed.

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