Narcissists Poems - Poems about Narcissists

Varnished Tech Titans Tattered totems tarnished Viral tribal bible spiral Tainted talismans taunted Cash cows flaunted Gerontocracy trumps democracy Theocracy stumps hypocrisy Autocracy dumps diplomacy Haunted schism prism Vaunted Fat Cats Enigma?…just Dogma & Stigma Tit for Tats Martian Martial law Doff your hats To techno-*wats And petro-*rats Deplore or Encore? Poor Planet in flux All about the bucks Ersatz Fat Cats Well More is More!...

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He’ll alter America’s way This oligarch donor has sway Musk's fascist appeal Exploits MAGA zeal Yet plays Trump supporters as prey ...

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In the mirror's gaze, a beaming reflection found.. Ego's captive, their world forever bound. A facade of grandeur, a charade of delights.. Narcissists embrace, their relentless fights. Obsessed with self, a hollow soul resides.. Lost in vain pursuits, where empathy subsides. To laugh or weep, never sees their need.. Trapped, they're blind to all, a prisoner of greed....

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I might feel grand aspiring to omnipotent omniscience Whereupon omnipresence might feel less necessary, or even possible, or desirable In a secularized reduced dissociated apartheid, sacred Us v sinful Them An omnipotently inflammatory place for every Other individual thing and all Other routine and orthodox Things, Omnipresent capital events in anonymously rational linear fundamentally dualistic frames Either sacred Me or secularized You will win our antagonistic win/lose evolving worldview news Preferably reduced from supremely anthro-privileged down deep into my ego's...

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I must tell you, I find the narcissistic personality Somewhat disgusting -- The type who loves Only him/herself, you see, On the inside never adjusting, Who obviously think They are superior to the nth degree, Fame and fortune lusting. Loving to see their name in print They seize opportunities To say, “Look at me!” I suspect they are secretly rusting! Written May 19, 2022...

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fumigated like stockade lice you Wall St. cologne jockeys would be 3rd World land fill recall that consciousness is tunable adjust your volume to a comfortable level because Turette's plus Alzheimer's is a nation destroying combo I forgot what I was going to scream wait oh yeah modernity is inherently outlaw the chorus began to howl like cats in a shoe...

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A hermit without a shell is a weak, pitiful creature. It wonders alone for onlookers to moisturise their naked skin with empty tears. They feel no shame when mocked for their fetishized strife; flagrantly flailing their flaking skin to justify their tantrums. The terror and turmoil that it sheds plagues even those passingly amused. Until we are all naked, afraid and alone....

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As the honey bee is drawn to the flower So too is a Narcissist drawn to an Empath As the honey bee travels flower to flower So too does the Narcissist run their list As the honey bee survives by the flowers So too does the Narcissist survive by their audience Narcissists love exploiting others Empaths naturally heal others...

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"Love, Blood Red" I trusted with you my heart. I trusted with you my Special Love. I trusted with you, with YOU.. Everything I'm made to, for, and of... I was willing to wipe all your mistakes entirely away, Your Light to keep shining dissolving all the grey. But while I was busy Loving you, your mistakes and all, You were busy...

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Our own moral code, our own moral thoughts, These are the rules we live by. And we know, if we don’t heed our own thoughts, Then we’re just living a lie. That lie is the “Watch how good I must be. Believe the ME that I am not. And just ignore the ME that is in plain view. Ignore...

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sometimes when i get tired of talking to myself and all the parts --out there somewhere: i take the mirror from its place and write on the wall behind us. when i get angry at the telephone because it won't talk, i throw it behind us, too.-- there are more holes than there are words. and i can't get sentimental about the cracks. any time i...

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