This is my prestige project, I am what you see.
Are you another me?
To see means understand, I’ll let that pass.
I am trees, green grass.
It fails to pass my understanding why prestige projects exist.
I kissed a girl who never kissed.
You are on my list.
A monument to your own glory, hang the expense.
Does it make sense?
Your achievements speak for themselves, such as they are.
Who made a shooting star?
You are what you are.
I am ordinary, you are extraordinary.
Far be it from me to gild the lily.
This poem might become silly.
I am the Sun, the stars, the Earth, the flowers.
I warned you this might happen, now you see.
Elvis sang now and then there’s a fool such as me.
And Hound Dog, Don’t Be Cruel, All Shook Up.
I love a simple flower, e.g. buttercup.
Now like a flower I shut up.
6th December, 2017