Ego

I read in the newspaper
a has-been pop star
wouldn’t get out of bed
for less than thirty grand.
Sadly, for him his ego
doesn’t know how much
he really worth,
not a lot at all.
One day when the ego slips
and he comes crashing
down to reality,
he’ll find his imaginary world
is left far behind,
along with his big head.

21 February 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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