NPD (it may relate to me)

The monster within me
Became me
The angry old man took control
The poet so called
Was heartless and soulless
But thought in his way he had fooled

Anyone really around him
All the sick traits well endowed
The mirror was not how he saw himself
For this monster was heard in the crowd
Freakishness took his behaviour
Into the realms may be so
His ugliness clearly apparent
By anyone in the know

From the angry young man
To the codger
To the brute with the suit
Of mo hair
Empathy he couldnt know what that was
If he knew well he never could share

The odd man out in his puzzle of life
The square peg stuck in the round hole
A fish out of water a mutant
A weirdo if that be his role
Selfish a psycho suggesting
Self admiration his tool
Ego centricity his electricity
Self seeking self interest a fool

Cupboard love meanness ambition and power
Its I I I I thats for sure
Thats the philosophy surrounding this monster
A clown frightens children and why?
Sincerity went out the window
Its a trait of the axe grinding trog
Monoplistic greedy possessive
On the freeway this arse is the hog

As for criticism no toleration
Superiority is their thing
They love themselves their disorder is rife
Such self importance and feelings of strife
Their cause to others dismissed in a blink
These monsters not one of them ever could think

Conceited they puff up their chest and they fly
Cocky and bumptious self praise it comes high
Self congratulation me-ism their trait
Pretensious and pompous who dares to wait
Self loving dogmatic too clever by half
Too big for their boots right off the graph
Maybe a disorder of exaggeration
A monster infact wanting much admiration
They lack understanding and actually they
Will never be mindful and their dying day
Will make not the slightest of difference they pay

A price far beyond what they could afford
They will quite quietly agonize upon their own sword
Nobody caring how they did die
Nobody close with a tear in their eye
Not even the maggots who scamper to chew
Will lose the sick feeling that is my view
A thoroughly ugly devisive clown
Who in his own bile will hopefully drown

Written for someone who taught me to look within myself more
And see the monster wriggling alone in its own glorious miasma