By Michael P. McParland

I see a couple poets that are so narcissistic,
touting how they are ever so brilliant.
Clapping each other on the back so consistent,
while cutting others down so ballistic.

They make me sick with their thick narcissism.
Saying nothing but negativity to those who feel different.
They need their egos put back in check,
and realize that they are no better than the rest.

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