Boy
Lauren Sassella
He is the bottom of the ladder. A blunt tongue, a blunt mind, wearing its own crown. No one else can see it it doesn't exist to them. The
stories. The delusion. The rueful competition to everything. Pathetic. Again,
here he comes not knowing the rules of his own game being beaten
by his idiocy. Not 'poor boy' these days. No remorse, no guilt from us. The
sloth. The egotism. The flimsy essence of his conceitedness. Obvious. He
chooses me as his target now: a futile aim. A boring feat: too impossible.
No one else will say it it doesn't need a voice. I
have something with your name on it you, with the caliber of nothing
much because I know more about it but you say what about it
and that is the play to win with.
© Lauren Sassella
Lauren Sassella is a young Australian writer who has recently had her poems published in various anthologies and magazines across America. She has also had similar
success with her essays.
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