Myself
Loneliness I can live with
a few tropical fruit too, I must say
but to be without comfort
in my soul, nope,
no way, no way.
I could live 500 days
with a Wilson, Watson, Waldo
but without Myself, I, Me, oh
my heart would be dismayed
narcissism is a sin,
self-pity is deplored,
but self-love is but ignored
unless you're watching
porn
If i, or we, can't love ourselves,
is there anything more?
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