Your narcissistic personality
Is really of concern
For it is fact, for sure and certain
That the world does not about you turn
It revolves around its axis
It rotates by day and night
And while it’s spinning out in space
You’re not in mind or sight.
For all that’s happened in the past
And all that’s said and done
Is not about your very self
For we have all moved on
So your narcissism is not a blessing
In fact it seems a curse
Because instead of seeing any good
You chose to see the worse.
And instead of seeing wood
You only see the trees
But life is broader, deeper
And your projections won’t appease.
For that narcissistic personality
Might believe you’re special and admired
But sadly, whilst we get it
It’s not us who are so hard-wired.
And daily now we don’t even
Bat an eyelid; give a damn
For your inflated sense of ego
Is simply marked as spam
And so whilst we wish you happiness
And every best wish that can be sent
From this day onwards, please take note
Your narcissistic efforts are now spent.