Narcissist in Chief
Yup. In fact, Obama is such a Narcissist that HE should be the archtype of self importance instead of Narcissus.
I passed away madly in love with myself
beside the pond of lilies, calendars go.
The reflection from the pond
is still snugly intact in my memory.
In that life of mine, the first time I saw beauty was my last,
for I withered when I began to love myself.
Cursed with a new life, I could not recall
how I was born into this world
though I refused to forget how young I was
when the world began to look at me with scorn.
Was it my fault that I have been immaculately formed?
It was not my wrongdoing, I insisted
and I hoped in vain that scornful eyes would relent,
and convey understanding instead.
That fateful night in my second life, I marvelled at what I saw
as I stood in front of a glass not unlike the pond in my life
past.
I felt sinful glory as my sight made love
to the glowing form the glass generated.
I saw such pure and innocent perfection
that even my own eyes felt unworthy of the sight.
Indeed, no one was worthy.
Particularly the world that disowned me.
And so that night, I decided to bear no more
the curse of my flawlessness.
Lustfully, my fingers plucked my eyes from their sockets.
I felt hot red ooze, and thought that even my blood
would be sparkling, and its flow musical
as it touched the ground on which I stood.
Without hesitation, I pierced my chest and took
my rhythmically unerring heart,
and shoved it into my mouth.
I felt the presence of an envious Death around me, waiting,
My perfect death—
my last offering to the world that denied me compassion.
Murmuring like heat under the sun.
I wait for another life or chance
to embrace a world that inhabits a gentler slope.
Uh huh.
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