Cocky Crock poem.

COCKY CROCK
A poem about Stoney

silliness and trite comments
and cocky degradation.
Immature mentality
and mindless information.

Self-absorbing attitude
"I soak me like a sponge."
You talk and I don't hear a word.
My own thoughts rule and lunge.

I live in vapor cyber space
so you don't see my face.
But if you could, you'd know my eyes
are prone to dart and race.

I think and write for me, and "know"
that you would want to read
with anticipatory velocity
the concepts that I breed.

Janet Brice Parker 8-3-03