Narcissus

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Okay this was directed at a not so nice employer. whose totally in Love with himself. Liar Caught him in lies. I have a hard time Just letting it go. Get over it blue.

Narcissus

"So we sing a song of dread
and become a man of thread
woven high upon your head
Calm and still remain dead "
Shredded Poser
You are not the cream of the crop
Flower of discontentment
I see your true colors
stained and tattered
Mangled lacerated
shredded
Fading to black
Eat your peace of Pat pie
Vicious and malicious
Maligned with hungriness of discontent
I see your true colors
They're painted on the water
of dissatisfaction
Reflections
In the pool
Narcissus 
 

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devaamido commented on Narcissus

04-19-2010

Here's the best I could do: Goebles, Rove & FOX And so we sing song of dread Becoming then a sewing thread Weaving deep within the minds, Of TV watchers’ corporate head: “Be calm and still, free enterprise Investors need to make some bread. Let corporate leaders run instead We all may then be best off dead.”

bluskyinthenite

10/01/2010

Ha ha ha ha thank for reading... Its actually about my boss. which is a ??????

persephone commented on Narcissus

04-18-2010

Dealing with the frustrations of working with a**holes with pen & paper to vent is better than shooting them, yes? LOL Nice flow, well-crafted. Bravo!

bluskyinthenite

04/18/2010

thank you very much.

MindNumbing commented on Narcissus

04-15-2010

I love this!! "I see your true colors They're painted on the water of dissatisfaction"... what an awesome sentiment! The anger just oozes out of this piece... great job!

bluskyinthenite

04/15/2010

thanks. yeah very anger poem. wasnt sure if i wanted to show that side of me. so glad i did. thanks for reading. Bosses can be a pain. in the Azzzzz

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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