Curses
CURSES
The curse of great beauty can get you so down,
It's the price one must pay though,
Born with such renown;
And then there's intelligence, when second to none,
There's no one to talk to,
In a class of just one.
When your manner and dress show such style and good taste,
You surpass all the others,
As the town fashion plarte,
And your talent for speech and social aplomb,
Your style and your grace,
Leaves all others struck dumb,
Folks tend to avoid you when you've been so blessed,
They can't understand you,
They just can't digest,
The pearls of your wisdom when you try to share,
Insiste on the best,
It just shows you care.
To be born so plain and so dull's the true curse,
But I tell you true,
Stupid is worse.
Judy Ball
Narcissism - Every now and then it's not so funny.
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