I stopped and stared
I looked into your eyes
You were so full
Of your own self-importance.
My only thought was
"What are you looking at, bitch?"
You can take the boy
Out of South London
But...
Dulwich Poet 28th February 2014
(This is what you might think of, when looking at a amous painting like the Mona Lisa. I wanted to write a poem about that painting, but was too mentally tired to bother, so just wrote this.)
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