Poem about a mirror.....

Who are you?!
.....oh yes.
Hmmm, time to brush my teeth.
Let me pour some water into this cup.
There.
WHO ARE YOU?!
......oh yes.
Let me open this droor.
Let me get the toothpaste out.
There.
WHO ARE YOU?!
........oh yes.
I think I had better hurry and get this toothbrush out.
Once I get the toothpaste onto the toothbrush,
I can obviously comence brushing.
Yes yes, I am thinking of something interesting, when?
WHO ARE YOU?!
.......oh yes.
Brushing is such, mint sorrow.
Mint sorrow?
That was not original, you nothing you.
Ouch mind.
Wash out this mouth down south. (Please.)
WHO AR?!?!
DAMMITTHEMIRRORAGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

my mirror and i get along just fine.
we seldom look at each other
and we do we don't take each other seriously.

=^^=
.../\...

 

don't we have a writing and poetry type forum for this... sort of thing.

 

This reminds me that I need a new tooth brush

 

Very amusing. Do you have some personal identity issues? Maybe you should label your mirror, just to make things easier.

 

unk: best peom ever. :beatnik2:

 

I ran out of toothpaste today.

Here is a response to your poem about a mirror:

Mirrors are silly,
Send them to hell,
And instead,
Look at the sky.
Fuck me Jesus,
Save me Satan.
Fuck me Jesus,
Save me Satan.
Mirrors are silly,
So are people...
Now lets go,
And eat the world.