One Ego Ago

My ego is a ballroom dancer.
It is perfect like the heel of a tango shoe -
Tall, strong, and one of a kind.

It is graceful and muscular,
Draped in royal silks of praise,
Self-taught to shine.

Dressed in rhinestones of success,
It can practice for hours -
Just to gain first place.

It hates other dancers,
Loves its own fake tan -
As much as biting its plastic nails.

To see it perform
Is a must-see show

I die laughing.

2012