Ode to a Narcissist – February 19, 2021

We’d share our time and words exchange.
Our social contract thus free-range.

You spoke to me, I spoke to you
The way good friends of course should do.

Yes, I heard you and you heard me;
Quite back-and-forth as should it be.

‘Til of a sudden one fine day –
I saw the real game here at play.

I should pile praises at your feet,
And they of course, must be replete.

Your coming back quite suddenly
Brought you much pain and misery?

To my dismay, your time you find
Much more important than is mine.

© S P Wilcenski 2021

Originally a bit of prose.  Which (shudder!) was a lot of words. Pah!  Thoughts complete and succinct not consumable.  Open to misinterpretation, so very much more palatable. 

Fit this in: I’ll not play the game any longer.

Published by spwilcen

Retired career IT software engineer, or as we were called in the old days, programmer, it's time to empty my file cabinet of all the "creative" writing accumulated over the years - toss most of it, salvage and publish what is worthwhile.

17 thoughts on “Ode to a Narcissist – February 19, 2021

    1. Find I do poemetry when I am vexed or (quite happily) when righteously amused. It is still my experience that poemetry is such arduous work. Unless of course one is gifted like, um, oh, I dunno, Sir PM Hobbo? Then, too, (perhaps I mistakenly assume) quite often the real meaning (that intended, anyway) is lost on the audience. (Sigh) Perhaps I am still writing tech manuals. Do great things sir. Later…

      1. If I can be serious for just a moment(and I’ve taken my meds today, so it is quite possible)…
        I find it easier to write poetry than prose, and I certainly couldn’t write some of the funny stuff that drips from your pen. Maybe it is something to do with the way our respective brains are wired, or in my case mis-wired!

      2. Sir! Now I find I have a drippy pen?! Next trip to the chemist’s shop, please discretely see if there is a product. Then (of course incognito) suggest someone in your audience requested information on oh, say, on the best kitchen mop-up towels. I wil be indebted. Sheesh. A drippy pen? Why the Boss never mentioned it? What next?

      3. Now this demonstrates exactly what I mean. Laugh out loud funniness at its very best! Drippy pen!
        My (incognito) friend swears by a product called TENA men, but I wouldn’t know!

      4. Were it not for distance and covid there could be a comedic team evolving. But. I remind you – you started this exchange. I am but a foil for your wit.

      5. Indeed there could. I have never, to my knowledge, met a foilwit, although I have, on occasion, been called a f**kwit!

    1. Unsure If I am chastised or PM Hobbo. Suspect it me. Okay, I’ll add it to the ever-growing list. What wrong is not wrong that should (or should not) be avoided? Good to see you pop by but I am (as you see) befuddled.

    1. @misterbumpuk too. Actually, I said I can’t do poetry several times, and it’s worth repeating: can’t. Not properly. I’ll likely “do” it again out of frustration. In the meanwhile, gents, remember to breathe. (Don’t hold your breath.) Thank you both for your kinds words. If only you didn’t set the bar so damned high.

  1. Nothing worse than someone who thinks that their time is more valuable than anyone else’s. Loved the poem! Great inspiration and a very wise and truthful statement you’ve created artistically. Cheers!
    FBC.

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