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Mr Ego

Mr Nobody

Mr Ego who's there?
Mr Nobody-who-cares.

You must rememberĀ 

That ego's there

For a number of good reasons.

Ā 

Mr Ego get things done.

Nobody's running the race without you.

Mr Ego's fun when you're young.

Now you're being voted off the island.

Ā 

Too-old-to-careĀ 

Has been carrying you everywhere.

Mr Ego forgot to call on mum's birthday.

Next year here's what you'll rememberĀ 

Now that deconstruction is well underway
The death of your ego is not far away.
Ā 

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Shirley Harrison

as you have made it very clear here, Mr ego must be gone, forgetting mother's birthday a definite regret. Funny how we sometimes get a bit big for our boots, knowing that we should fly back down onto solid ground is showing our strength to know when we are wrong. I really dislike ego but I really love this piece of poetry. You are quite unique dear Rory. 🌹

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Rory McGinlay

Harrison, just showed Ma this one. She didn't quite Grok it the way you did. You're a writer, though. Just wanted to say, I appreciate this.

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Neville

This is kinda super egoish .. but sometimes, the id get's in the way

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Rory McGinlay

I have a great super ego. Thank you. I have to. I'm mostly Id lol

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Marion

Unforgivable.Ā  Ā You awful man.
Great write though 🤩
Ā 

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