Adam could have won the award
For biggest jerk in the gym.
Nobody nominated him though
Because he would have won,
And he would relish in the expansion
Of his oh-so-greatness at winning something.
He goes to the gym sporting a Superman T-shirt
That looks shrink wrapped around his frame.
Only I know that his Superman T-shirt is ironic;
Heights give him hell.
Besides puking out arrogance,
He announces his entrances
Like a singing bard at a Shakespeare festival.
His voice makes a nursery of screaming babies
Sound like Beethoven or Bach.
The only thing worse than his pernicious presence
Is a towel snap to my left butt cheek and a
“Tell Mom I’ll be late for dinner” as he walks by.
One day his ego blimp will go down like the Hindenburg.
Deborah Payne is aspiring to be a writer and is enjoying the facilities available at CGCC to help her become better in her craft.