Do I hear ten dollars?

ryan-maroni Poems

Sometimes when I look at myself in a mirror, I picture me up for bid at an auction house. Describe the condition of the item, All the buyers are coming out. I am not exceptional, acceptable. A twenty something Chandler Bing in present tense. Look he uses jokes at his defense. I see he functions pretty well But the description has a lot tell, If he should inhale a certain smell He could drop dead. It's like a wild card, the bids would start Questions fired, they aren't going far. How's his education, how about social relations? Opening my mouth to answer, They aren't waiting. I heard he went to college! Oh, I heard that he dropped out. I heard he never misses work, I heard that's the only time he goes out. Does he eat, there isn't much meat on his bones? Maybe he should grow ****** hair, Maybe he won't. I leave the mirror, I have work in a moment.