Self Involved

Yeah you are so unique, Walking down the street oblivious of you conceited stench, Different you say, irreproducible, pish posh, You walk with self entitlement, Loathing the people on the street begging for change, Cynical of there intentions, Expecting them to have a vulpine scheme to overthrow your thrown, But do they not bleed, or cry? Animals you say? Where are there cages? You would rather them have nothing, So you can admire yourself with your accomplishments, but what really is accomplished? Nothing for you are unhappy you and live off the sorrow of others, Unique you say? I see kinds like you every day.