The Narcissist

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You thought you knew the secret wishes of my tender heart

Yet a thousand words without a question, is such a terrible start

You call it obsession, but it’s really suppression, of all but what you hope I’ll be

Tell me, what glamour is it that you see?

 

You thought you spoke a mysterious tongue

Noble and gentle like a wedding song sung

But slippery words are the devil’s work, and now… her work’s begun

 

For she sees in you that inward gaze

How it colors all your lovelies in such a tarnished haze

You, and your scrumptious malaise

Mmmm You didn’t know… that’s just my sort of craze

 

So darlin’, sit back and relax, I’ve got some entertaining to do

And try not to mind the sting when I chew

Oh, baby didn’t you know…

A narcissist is just sorta man I love to pursue?

 

La Fée

 

©  Odyne La Fée 2018