oh, this is NOT a ‘what you see in the mirror’ challenge?!

shall i compare thee,

to a crowded bus?

with tired eyes,

and shopping bags,

and dripping umbrellas,

upon the muddy plastic flooring.

and clink-clanking joints,

protesting the unevenness of the road.

should i compare you,

to a leftover fruit?

a month-old durian,

still in plastic tray,

no one dares to take the thing out.

an overripe banana,

forgotten in a bag during,

the hot august.

the moldy strawberries,

that hint of summer grass, growing,

on brown earth.

may i compare you to a math lesson?

with thought out plans,

that don’t excite,

a trashy sort of art, it is, algebra.

you never get what you are supposed to,

by mis- calculation,

or the fact that ,

there never was a true answer.

to call it goobldygoop,

sounds like sterotyping.

and i dont want that.

might i compare you to,

an ill- prepared box of instant noodles?

not nourishing, not appetizing,

a shame, a failure,

you couldn’t even do that right!

you couldn’t even do that right!

would it surprise you to hear me compare,

you to a three-legged turtle?

soon to lose another,

as the kids show no mercy ,

at the petting zoo.

dripping slime,

in brown water, swim.

do i have to point out the resemblance,

uncanny even, errie,

between you and Donald Trump’s hairpiece?

same texture, or so i imagine,

same usage, same color,

same contribution to general appearance.

must it be said, spelled out,

that you are as exciting to be around,

as a 50′s sex-ed film,

seen not for sarcasem, but for education?

or perhaps an 8-hr documentary,

about rocks.

need i mention the similarities,

between you,

and Scott Bakula,

who sets the gold standard,

for bad acting as a Star-Trek captain,

even besting Shatner!

or perhaps your talent, is akin to,

the abominable rod stewart ,

who will not be capitalized,

out of respect to the fallen heroes.

ought we discuss the equivalency,

between you and any award ceremony,

celebrating something awful;

the daytime Emmies,

the MTVs?

all those cameras, pointing at hollowness?

and some kind of 5$ trophy.

it’s just you.

oh, would that you let me share,

how i think you are,

as close to a visual representation ,

of the emotion called loathing,

as any other thing.

you awful, awful thing.

i will just heapsome adjectives now,

for your enlightenment,

they best illustrate,

my objective thoughts towards you:

corrupt,

tedious,

rancid,

garish,

gruelling,

sessile,

malignant,

artificial,

superficial,

poor,

pathetic,

constipated,

vacuous,

viscous,

burnt out,

deformed,

crippled,

bigotted,

macabre,

witless,

pretenteous,

poisonous,

hazardous,

gelatenous,

cretenous,

deplorable,

atrocious,

inconsistant,

self-indulgent,

shameful,

polluted,

foul,

murky,

tone-deaf,

illegitimate,

spoiled,

narrow-minded,

fractured,

insulated,

myopic,

ruined,

brain-dead,

mouth-breathing,

drooling,

idiotic,

and cumbersom.

there are many more, but you would have gotten the gist, if you were someone else.

but you are not.