Contest prompt:
Write a humorous free verse, free style poem of you talking to yourself – about yourself. Start every stanza except the last one with the words “You are…”

You Talking to Me

You Talking To Me…

You are right outlandish at times.
Truly, you and strange make an Olympic event. 
Better to be peculiar than dull —
besides, dreary is hard to accessorize anyway.

You are doing what to your hair?
Red Flame Glossy Toner — you thought this through?
Lucille Ball is so not your spirit animal,
and you would sure hate “Splaining” to Ricky.

You are an odd duck for sure.
Quacking and pecking through life
leaving corn kernels of bedlam in your wake.
Please ignore me —
It’s better for your mental health and mine.

It is good to be growing old.
I can combine outlandish and strange in one package:
“Senior Citizen”— part discount, part justification,
and absolutely a valuable coupon I intend to use shamelessly.


 -Leika