[Reyben]

[Just between you and me, Nomesque, I never did finish it... well, the thing's the size of a brick, and people kept telling me the end. Hey, never said I was educated.]

The Ball.

Me
Me
Me
Me me
Me!

Me
Me
Me
Me
Memememe
Me!

“Look
Over here
Ignore my peers
Look,
Don’t fear
To me,
Do steer
I’ve shoes and booze
And tales of blues
Stories and songs
And models in thongs!”

“No
Ignore him
He’s just
Living in sin
Now don’t think me odd
But I think
You
Could do
With hearing about
My conversion to God.”

“Hey hey
Look at me
I’m pretty as a girlie-boy can be
This is my husband
And these are my boys
And here are some thoughts
On naughty night-time toys.”

“I
Have regrets
A lifetime’s worth
And if you lend me your ear
I’ll list them
In order
From birth.”

Suits and ties
And polished shoes
Dresses, dentists
Corporate ooze
Floozies and students
And heads of breeze
Egomaniacs taking
A moment of ease

Me me me
Look at me
Me me me
Look at me
Me!

The floors are polished
The band is admonished
At each pause for breath
So they’ll never stop playing
The waiters stay quiet
But every dancer is saying
“Me Look at me,
Me Look Me,
ME, LOOK AT ME!”

Welcome to the Bloggers’ Ball
Where voices fight
To seduce and thrall
Be careful or
Your feet may slip
Upon a tongue
To eager lips

Words on trays
Confession canapés
An open display
Of gossip lace
Thoughts in search
Of a small fan-base


Me!

Me!
Me!

Me!

Me!

Me!


Me.
Now keep in sight,
And be polite
But don’t stand still
There ain’t a thrill
To be had in this Hall
So let’s make this quick
We want the blog
Named for your pretty-bit.

Me!

Me!
Me!

Me!

Me!

Me!

You.

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