This endless want for something more has driven insanity
Unto my thoughts. Desires, wants, needs, you care only for
Menial things. You are a loud, disdainful person. I know you
Understand the thought. You care not for the feelings of others,
Lest you were to get some meaningful lesson out of it.
Time has worn you down, man, making you seem and act
Unfortunately selfish. You dwell on what you want
Or what you need. You pull people to you with your brash,
Unabashed way of life. You are loud and when you draw a crowd,
Some finally begin to see you for who you are: supercilious.
January 15, 2004
*Okay guess what this poem is: It starts with an "A" and ends with a "crostic." What is it?!