Ego

Your ego is a size of a

melon

obscenely huge melon.

I'm not sure if you were of the genetically modified variety.

But this melon hasn't stopped swelling since I picked it up from Tesco.

Knowing how genetically modified foods can be potentially harmful to our health,

I refrained from slicing into that melon, and having a taste of the sweetness within.

Because I knew the sweetness had a tinge of decay in it,

that I would be left disappointed.

It did look like a pretty melon after all.

Complete with the freshness and fragrance of a regular melon.

I knew it wasn't a regular melon, though.

It grew and grew even after it was harvested, after it was picked, weighed, and paid for.

I left it.

It turned bad.

It still swelled.

Beyond all possible melon-like proportions.

Sweetness turned into a soft gooey paste of foul smelling substance.

Your ego swelled so much it burst. Like the rotten melon, we see all the stench and ugliness inside.

Your head is so swollen, so let me just use a blunt knife to make a slight incision.

We must deflate it. Or you'll be the melon no one buys in Tesco.

Genetically modified or not, the ending is still the same.

I'm throwing that rotten melon, and your ego into the dustbin where it belongs.