a poem of narcissistic self-loathing.

petulant me, petty me, pity me please please please,
projecting me, pathetic me, poor me me me.

all the places that know me, they know me, they show me
perhaps me, positive me, painfully aware yes yes yeah,

self-loathing drones never seek a target, it hovers
all day and all night, perpetually, predatorially over me me me.

Chris 2025.