is that we love ourselves <br />more than we love charles <br />so we want him to come tell us <br />how bad we are <br />and make us feel <br />how good we are <br /> <br />and where's he by the way? <br /> <br />Like children lost at a village fair <br />we keep searching and finally <br />with out warning we chance upon <br />each other and shout <br />and scream and scratch <br />for giving such a scare.<br /><br />Prathibha Nandakumar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-truth-about-charles-chaim-wax-one-more/
