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Inept
by Greg WilliamsThey say I'm inept,
perhaps its just strep,
unable to talk, I'm sore,
don't wish to speak anymore.
Conversation mundane,
its always the same,
unlike myself the world is boring and plain.
Work all shallow, get joy from the rain,
can you guess who I am?
I'm a narcissist,
couldn't resit,
temptation abroad,
a pat on my shoulder,
better to congratulate myself,
better to be a god.
03/02/2009 Author's Note: Not sure what I wanted from this, perhaps it is a bit a sarcasm of sorts.
Posted on 03/02/2009
Copyright © 2024 Greg Williams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/02/09 at 03:07 PM Although I don't get joy from the rain, it doesn't bother me as much as it does many. I learn as much and sometimes more from the rain than the sun. Good write Greg and think we all have a lot of narcissism in us. |
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