I’m narcissist, my life, euphoric.
I’m down with a disease—I wonder if it’s devastating or chronic.
I walk with a stiff upper-lip,
your confidence, life force, is what I love to clip.
My friendship is terse,
sparkles like a forgotten curse;
Forsaken and lost, such is my life’s verse.
People, values, and ideas are all so pretentious,
I have me for myself, all that’s precious.
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