An Ode to a Narcissist

Ode to a Narcissist? That I could not pen.

For to write just one word, they’d think it about them.

No, this is just dribble and passing the time

A chance to write something perhaps even rhyme

With pen and parchment, what could one write

So that no complement would I incite?

Complements of them they’d wish to hear,

to feed mentally their egotistical ear

Remember poor Dudley and his Book Making Gin”?

It’s about Dudley D. Quince and others like him.

They want to be noticed and want to fit in.

But what shall I write and where to begin?

One may sometimes wonder what makes them, them?

Why some are narcissistic and their outlook so dim

Perhaps when they’re young at their start of life

Perhaps it is from the stress and unabridged strife.

Narcissist believe what they say is concise

To disagree with them at all would be poor advice

Livid towards critique or rectification

They explode with violent ramifications.

For they live in a world filled with dreams and desires

To be seen equally to those they admire.

Dudley believed he himself was a writer,

But the words he wrote were more mud and mire

Now viewed as disdainful and oft as crass

A narcissist sees not the cloud or ill will they cast

To ensue an argument and contrive the mass,

And instill hard will, as well a donkey, they’d pass.

So to all of my friends and those yet to meet

Beware of these people and the havoc they wreak

For its from your demise there importance will grow

On the talents you have, the ones they take to show.


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Title :: An Ode to s Nsrcissist
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"Quill" 6 years ago

What more could one add.

Like a blast from the past

R.I.P. alas


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UlrikeGrace 6 years ago from Canada

One can only hope it is an R.I.P. and that we can all walk away from the grave...

As we remember God's eye is on the sparrow...whether they are good or bad...and whether they acknowledge it or not...we can rest in God's perfect care, love and justuce...Blessings SA...

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Hello, hello, 6 years ago from London, UK

You are so ifted and talented. Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem.

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must65gt 6 years ago Author

@Ulrike Grace. I am sad to say that the RIP was short lived. the degrigant is still on and the "I am leaving Hubpages" was like many of his other statements A sham and left a bitter taste when I read the comment."Psalm 7:14 (Deliverance from the wicked) Behold, he travaileth with iniquity, and hath conceived mischief, and brought forth falsehood. {NIV} He who is pregnant with evil, and conceives trouble, gives birth to disillusionment.

@Hello...your comments are also appreciated. Poetry is fun to write and more so when it is enjoyed

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