How
silly the vanity of a gnat
Returns
again and again
To
whisper sweet nothings
Obsessed
as they are
With
their own buzzing rhetoric
I
watch from across a busy room
Pondering
at the swarming cloud
Stroking
their collective egos
Self-absorbed,
they flock to lights and mirrors
Certain
these glorious beacons exist
Only
to serve their endless beauty
Adore
yourselves a little longer
My
foolish preening fairies
Spout
your buzzing prattle
For
just a few moments more
Yes,
the mirror does you justice,
And don't you look lovely my dears
Their
hubris is their downfall
The
hand of death stands ready
I
pose one last question as I strike
"What's the last thing
that will go through your mind
when I smash you
on to the mirror?"
I
know you’d laugh
If only you could
If you weren't dead
I'll
tell you anyway . . . Your butt!
I
notice a few of the corpses twitch a little
As
I deliver the punch line
Maybe
I've been too harsh
They
really aren’t that bad
After
all, the value of a sense of humor
Should never be underestimated
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