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| James Elder Christie (Scottish, 1847-1914), "The Pied Piper of Hamelin", 1881 |
The more and more
I feel so silly
To keep talking like if
I was a sage
The worse and worse
I feel so pity
For my arrogant self
Who hopes to heal himself
By being extremely verbose
Who am I?
To whom do you listen?
I'm nothing than a feather in the wind
I'm just a decorated wreck
For the use of a theater play
I'm acting to accept
my extreme emotions
To justify my insatiable hunger
For keeping your attention
For nurturing my conceited soul with vanity...
Who can help me to stop this?
How could I spare some humbleness
How could I shut up my big mouth?
(c)ChryssaVelissariou2013
