She felt she was more important
that the rest of us.
She always paraded around in
fancy clothes.
She never spoke to us,
like a first class snob.
I wondered what nonsense made
her so self-obsessed.
I wonder what nonsense makes
people act like her.
Imagine going through life thinking
you’re better than others.
Imagine how limited a life
that would be.
And I wonder if she ever got married
and woe to her husband if she did.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
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79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, originally from just outside of Boston, MA.
Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional.
I write about many things: Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, Cryptids, Werewolves, Ghosts, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, NDEs, Women Persecuted as Witches, Fictional Characters I Create, News Stories, AI, Robots, Insects, like the poem entitled, Hail Caesar Bob, (about when bees were swarming me outside the door to my apartment), and many other topics. I write a minimum of 3 poems daily, sometimes more.
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