The Concomitant

"You know, you are so damn selfish. You suck the air right out of the room and think nothing of it. Why can't you give some of us a chance. Make some room for us. No you can't, can you. You have to come over here looking so inviting. Seductively titillating everyone of them, not giving the slightest consideration to any of us. Don't give me your "I'm innocent" line again. I heard that last year, the year before and as far back as memory serves. You just come around year after year and steal the show right from under us. All of us we are sick of it! Sick and tired of the one up manship. All of them around us, they don't know the half of it. You continue to fool them with those breasts of yours hanging out. Cover up for Christ's sake, but I must say they do look rather plump and juicy, ripe for the taking. What am I doing! Put a sock in it! You almost had me too with those things hanging out, damn you. I'm not going to fall for it. How could you be so self-serving." Said the broccoli to the turkey.