I think I can see the bottoms of my feet when I'm standing.
Like X-Ray Vision. Cool.

Anyway, I'm kind of like that guy
in the corner holding a red cup and
making fun of other people at the
party and how silly they look with
their red cups.

I've gotten too good at calling
people who are just
like me out on all their bullshit.

Thankfully the floor isn't made of mirrors.

It'd be pretty damn impractical, but almost
too perfect for the context of this poem.
Last edited by JustRooster at Nov 19, 2013,
I never know how to end them. Most people tell me they end up better when I don't! Haha. Thanks for the pointers.