Treasure Island

RIC S. BASTASA


Feeling lousy


Feeling lousy is seeing this lady laughing
She does her thing with confidence like she
Knows everything; what to do with this
Matter called
Everything,
She knows her place and claims it as hers,
She tells you, you are never like her doing so well
In fame,
Glory, and
Honor,
She has her circle of friends, a nice reliable computer
And an internet facility
To get her on top

On top of shape, on top of everything,
Yes, this everything,
Which she has control of,

And feeling so lousy, I wish how I can be like her,
This great woman of everything

But then, I wonder, I have my place, where she can never be,
This lowly place, this small space she detests,
This is mine, I am small,
This small place I have
Where she can never be
And I own this,
Enough for me,
I am happy.

And, oh well, I do not like everything,
Too big to handle and
I know
I would be unhappy by then.

I simply like myself being small.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, May 03, 2011
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