Polished pedestal,
solid and steady.
Up you go, my dear;
get yourself ready.
I will gawk and stare;
kneel, praise and compare.
Until my knees bruise,
ego worse for wear,
eyes ache and vocal
chords all waste away.
So, tell me abou-
nevermind darling.
Your charcater is
near done constructing.
Oct 26, 2024
Oct 26, 2024 at 6:45 PM UTC
Polished pedestal,
solid and steady.
Up you go, my dear;
get yourself ready.
I will gawk and stare;
kneel, praise and compare.
Until my knees bruise,
ego worse for wear,
eyes ache and vocal
chords all waste away.
So, tell me abou-
nevermind darling.
Your charcater is
near done constructing.
Why do I do this to myself?
Request permission to use this poem