Narcissus, Selfie King

Every day, every night,

Viewing himself in flattering light.

Which filter will win?

Takes forever to decide when its all about him,

Pride is a deadly sin.

Obsession will take you,

there is no escape,

especially when pictures are all you do.

Narcissius will ultimatley fall,

with a seflie stick in his hand,

all alone with no one at all. 

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

Nathan3259

I was kinda hoping someone would do a poem about narcissus taking selfies. Definitely fulfilled my expectations

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