March 4, 2021
I find that as a narcissist
That there is but one thing on my list,
That people are there to prop up my ego.
But I am also a pessimist
And sadly no one seems to get my gist
So my id spends life in a rundown Winnebego
I have friends who are chemists,
Perhaps a little shady, taking risks
Whose moralities may be a little compromised
Then again, as recidivist
It is hard to judge or stay very pissed
When I spend my own life is so unsupervised.
At least I am not life’s proctologist
Spending life with a cold clenched fist
Exploring things that should be left unsaid
Perhaps I am just a sophist
And in a life’s cruel cold twist,
I find I must be a good person instead.
Darn.