Stranger
If I say hello, he turns his back,
Hurling insults as he leaves;
Stealing everything around me,
Yet has nothing up his sleeves.
He is a most impressive foe,
Smarter than me, he’ll boast…
He heckles me relentlessly,
His friends, the entire coast.
He chooses to remain aloof,
This force I will never know;
I hold his mirror as ordered,
For this narcissist crow.
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