Conversation with Self Part One
by The Walrus
Posted: Thursday, October 9, 2003 Word Count: 151 |
Who am I?
Strident, independent thinker?
Or posturing stinker?
- Who knows, and,
Quite frankly,
Who cares?
However, I do detect
The gentle waft of
Eau de Egoiste
Am I beautiful?
Am I desirable?
- Darling, you and subtle lighting were made for each other,
But, remember,
Beauty is only a light switch away.
Where am I going?
Foraging in Sainsburys?
Or demon-slaying in Hades?
- Get real,
Hades is so passé,
And trolley rage soooo now.
Where do I belong in this world?
Where is my place?
- I’m glad you asked me that.
The answer may lie
In the fact
That you are,
Once again,
Too pissed to find your way home.
What is the answer?
What is the meaning of life?
- Margueritas
Marie Claire.
Marmite.
Blonde or brunette today?
Varnish brown or pink?
- Judging by the vacant expression, Blonde. Pink.
Jeez, you are one dizzy bint.
Strident, independent thinker?
Or posturing stinker?
- Who knows, and,
Quite frankly,
Who cares?
However, I do detect
The gentle waft of
Eau de Egoiste
Am I beautiful?
Am I desirable?
- Darling, you and subtle lighting were made for each other,
But, remember,
Beauty is only a light switch away.
Where am I going?
Foraging in Sainsburys?
Or demon-slaying in Hades?
- Get real,
Hades is so passé,
And trolley rage soooo now.
Where do I belong in this world?
Where is my place?
- I’m glad you asked me that.
The answer may lie
In the fact
That you are,
Once again,
Too pissed to find your way home.
What is the answer?
What is the meaning of life?
- Margueritas
Marie Claire.
Marmite.
Blonde or brunette today?
Varnish brown or pink?
- Judging by the vacant expression, Blonde. Pink.
Jeez, you are one dizzy bint.