Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Look at him.

Look at Him
James Robert Smith

Look at that bastard
sitting there
in the waiting room
with those two volumes
of modern
reading like he’s some kind of
stuck-up snob.
Look at him!
He’s got a hardbound notebook!
One of those hoity-toity
composition books!
Look at him.
He opens it up on his fat damned lap
and writes in it.
Probably thinks he’s writing
some great, bloody poem.
What an asshole.

Wait a minute!
That’s me!

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