Narcissist *poem

10/12/2009

I'm bored, freezing, and lonely, so you get another poem.

Narcissist
10-12-2009
Jonathan

I’m feeling perfect
The mirror needs to be correct
Staring at an imperfect man
He needs to look better, I hope he has a plan

A tired and wary face
His hair is disheveled and a smile that has been displaced
Eyes that are unfocused and looks high
He’s better off if he dies

I feel so strong
Flexing my arms, I know I belong
The man in the mirror looks like Skeletor
All skin and bones, he needs to work out more

I bet he never made love to a woman
If he has, he’ll never again
I cant keep up with the ladies I have had to turn down
I never had to go into town

The mirror is starting to crack
I begin to laugh hysterically, the man in the mirror is a wack
The harder I laugh, the more the mirror crumbles
The mirror shatters and falls on me as I stumble