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"Little Man 'Neath my Brain"
by Max PhineasI'm beginning to hate my subconscious.
For one thing he's brutally honest.
Uninhibited, he thinks what I dare not say
Without my permission, mind you!
And usually when I'd like to speak
He keeps witticisms just out of mind's reach
That is, until, I am alone in my room
And the moment has passed
And I laugh pathetically to myself:
I am such an ass!
It is as though a complete Me was once created
But struck down.
Of what's left, I am the spoils
And he is my foil:
I am a people-pleaser
He is an egotist on an opinionated rampage.
I am quiet
He makes my ears bleed.
I hate the thoughts he forces me to think
The judgments he passes
Before I can protest
And my only defense against his escape
Is total self-control and a roll of duct tape! 04/17/2007 Author's Note: We all think things we'd never say...
Posted on 04/18/2007
Copyright © 2024 Max Phineas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 04/18/07 at 03:16 AM like the authors note |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/14/07 at 05:54 AM Brilliant third person dialog (if there is such a thing... if not... there ought to be) with your alterego. I like the honesty and openness of your piece. Fun read too. Thanks. |
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