POEMS/Mongoloid Witch...  


MONGOLOID WITCH
March 28, 2002

I see I'm stuck here
Not by force, not by will
Don't know why I'm here
In the company of a witch

With her bulging eyes
She's worse than a monster
Her face as white as chalk
The rest as black as charcoal

Her personality's incomparable
Not even Satan can measure up
You'll never meet anyone more insecure
Than this disfigured mongoloid of a witch


insight Ok. So maybe I exagerrated a little bit. But did you notice how ugly somebody seem to you just because you don't like that person? That's the situation when I wrote this one. I'm new at work and being a trainee, this person picks on me. But it's true about her face though. I wonder if anybody has told her to lay off on face powder. And she's not that... her complexion, I mean. She's not that black. Ok. Fine. Morena. Anyway, we're okay now. Although she still picks on me. I just try to understand that she's insecure. Why? Long story.


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