Narcissism Rock Star Poem

Thursday,
29. October 2009

Narcissistic Rock Star I want to make you jealous and prove to you that I got it and you don’t I want you to want to be like me but not be able to because it is impossible I want you to fight for what I fought for and seek what I sought I don’t want you to find it, for if you do then you won’t be of any use to me I want you to admire me, respect me and love me I want you to put me up high on a pedestal I want to be your hero, your king, your God, your guru, your teacher I want to be on top and I want you to be at the bottom This is why I write all this non-sense that I’m always writing This is why I’m always blabbering about all the crap I know I want you to think I’m cool and want to be like me I need fans, I need to be needed This is why I share this stuff with you It’s all about me.

The counter-concept poem of course is: My Life as Amoeba My life is like an amoeba’s. I am just bumbling around aimlessly. Others are more interesting, dynamic, desirable people; I am just second-rate. I am burnt toast - others are the caviar…

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