tagNon-Erotic PoetryThe Girl With The Ego Lego

The Girl With The Ego Lego


The boy with the Lego ego
met the girl with the ego Lego.

With an itch to scratch
she took her spare part
collection bag
to his assembly heart
for deconstruction.

    Do I have a brick of me
    for you? Or did I only take you
    to pieces? I'm sorry, but I know
    no other way to see,
    if all the random parts I have
    are parts of someone else,
    or all that is me.

The girl with the ego Lego
took a blue piece out,
put a black piece in,
and the boy with the Lego ego
will live and breathe
and never forget.

Fair trade? Fair enough.

The girl with the ego Lego
walked on, bag of fragments
rattling at her hip. No wiser,
nothing built.

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