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
Category :: Poetry
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