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The Narcissist
Humor — seeing how many doggerel rhymes I can force
I point out his shortcomings, but he will never listen.
He is like a bladder without a pot to piss in.
I had better concentrate on strengthening myself.
He only focuses on increasing his own pelf.
The word is real, you know, it means ill-gotten gain.
It first embraced my ears in a Limeliters’ refrain
Around the year nineteen hundred and fifty-nine
When I was twelve and thought the world was mine.
In any case, his language is appalling.
Hurts my ears like felines caterwauling.
Decent folks should not have to endure it.
There ought to be a law in order to ensure it!
This foolish asshole really takes the cake.
Wish all his kind would go jump in the lake.
We really would be better off without them,
Something is so very wrong about them.
But if they vanished in the manner that I pray,
I might find myself regretting them some day!
Maybe it’s as well they stay up in my face,
Lest something even worse should show up in their place.
