She was beautiful and attractive

So I was just curious

If she would be interested

In me

And asked

To which she got furious

And replied

I was not her type

And asked me to leave.

 

To which I said

What would that be?

She said

Rich, good looking and intelligent

And I thought

I was none of those and could not pretend.

So I asked

If she could amend

Her requirements.

And she said no,

They were written in stone

And then she asked me again

To be gone.

 

So on my way out

Some of these thoughts

Started to sprout

In my head –

With some touch up and working out

My looks could be something

That I could be a bit more proud of.

Regarding money

I might be able to take a journey

Through hard work

And earn enough

So that my condition

Would not appear so rough.

And about intelligence

I do have a mind

That I could enhance

By learning.

 

So there was a chance

That I might be able to improve

And meet her expectations,

Requirements and demands,

And might develop

The styles and the moves

To be able to

Get into her grooves.

 

But then it would require me

To go through a complete overhaul,

All kinds of new qualities and traits

Would have to be installed.

I may not remain the me

That I am currently,

And I do like the way I am now

Definitely.

 

And then what if

After going through all such troubles

My own taste changes

As I wrap myself around

With a different kind of bubble.

What if I develop

My own requirements

According to my new envelop

Which may exclude her types –

Would I like that feeling

Would I like such hypes?

 

Then I got even more curious –

Would it be worth it

To change myself

To make me look more glorious

In front of her

Or others.

Would it make me happier,

In the grand scheme of things

Would I make myself

Worthier?

By –

Kris Mojag

Written on a November night in 2021, somewhere in California.