You there
Tossing your hair
Waiting for
A boy’s stare
Can’t know where

His thoughts

Really dwell
You’re too vain to tell
But you won’t
Cast a love spell
Penny in a well

Isn’t your thing

But you wait
Try to anticipate
Figure out
Your fate
Using God-given bait

But,
Your life
Is one, big
Euphemism

I’m so vain
I probably don’t think this poem is about me

01/13/2000

Posted on 10/26/2004
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