His self-importance is self-evident to everyone but himself
He listens merely long enough to think of what to say, then interrupts
And shrugs others off with a dismissive “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
He even interrupts himself
Absorbed with interjecting
Only to pause for what appears to be ...
But is definitely not self-reflecting
Looking up, up and away
For more irrelevant things to say
Assuming his silence gives them room
Others speak up and meet their doom
Helplessly, we watch as he departs
On ramblings of self-aggrandizing things
Meetings must always allow him to impart
Knowledge peacocking as an art
Because surely, everyone cares, just as much
As this self-absorbed douche does
He is the definition of oblivious
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Oh, Sir, can you teach me
The art of narcissistic oblivity?
Dedicated to the guy with the fragile ego.
© 2024 Samantha Williams. All Rights Reserved.
My endings are a Haiku, a question and an erasure of my words. I wanted to end in a Haiku because of its conciseness, which is appropriate for a poem about someone who talks too much. 🙂 The question and word erasure are incidental.
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