Careening in her own conceited world
with every mirror angled towards her face
she giggled at the expletive I hurled
then cut me off as though I stood in place
because there are no other moving cars
careening in her own conceited world
she only glimpses unicorns and stars
and pennants to her prettiness unfurled.
Within me an indignant anger swirled—
what made this twit believe she had the right
careening in her own conceited world,
I wanted to give chase and start a fight
but knew it wouldn’t matter much to her
ensuring that her hair was cutely curled
oblivious to crashes she’ll incur
careening in her own conceited world.
Are You Reading Me?
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