He told me how he didn’t do it all in one day
Just the same as Rome wasn’t built in one day
Of course, he said, it took a lot of his time
Of course, I said back
He loved to hear himself talk
To ramble on, back and forth, about all he did
I tell him that he has great stories
He asks if I want another
Nope, I’m full
He seemed confused and downright pissed
As if no other person has ever dared to turn him down
He also likes to repeat himself
As if in doing so the point will stick a little deeper
He tells me again, how Rome wasn’t built in a day
Now I’ve grown well past listening to him
I feel the need for him to leave
So I tell him the first thing which comes to mind
How I heard him
How Rome wasn’t built in just a day
How I didn’t want to listen to him talk anymore
Sometimes it only takes one
A special kind of asshole
Someone, like me
To remind people like him
That although Rome wasn’t built in just one day
It certainly burned in just one
© Dicky J Loweman 2015
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