It’s exhausting to hear the
yammering of a narcissist.
(Please wake me when it’s over!)
A narcissist makes you settle for less
than you’d otherwise
have settled for. But you’re sleeping in clover,
and, except for the constant yammering of the narcissist,
you feel you’ve been blessed by
fate.
But get out the nail polish remover
or you’ll have to settle for nothing less
than black pen stains on your
lamb-white shirt.
You want to find another lover
to help you escape from your yammering narcissist,
but you’ve started to feel your
very right to exist
is under siege. So, you agree to send the Jews to Poland,
settling for the very worst
bargain—letting a narcissist camp
in your bailiwick.
The slippery slope goes all the way to
hell, when you’re enduring the devil’s bailiff’s
unmasked kiss.
