87...New York Minute V:Look at me!

Look at me! See who I am,
Hear what I say, know what I do.
I am crass hear me roar,
On the phone sitting next to you.

Inconsiderate to say the least
Never mind you! I talk this way.
I need to say something,
Not that there's something to say.

Distracted and detached I hold
Big name bags on minimum wage,
Filled with vanity and disdain;
You're not in my class today,

So pardon me for having none,
I am insecure to tears.
Let me take a picture of you
To reminisce on whom I jeered.




DionWorx



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