Big Shot - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

Big Shot

Hey, big shot,
I see you over there
With your fancy car
And empty head,
Puffed chest,
Deflated self,
Screaming for attention,
Anything to make
The oily film of
Self-loathing
Abate for a moment.

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Poetry by Guy Farmer