The Perfect Man

Narcissus was a man

In love with a fake ideal

Convinced of the gravity of filters

Sliding across his face

Creating perfect skin

The perfect man.

Narcissus was a vain man

In love with a phony version of himself

Convinced it was real

Devouring all emotion

Reflecting a distorted perfection

The perfect man.

Narcissus was a callous man

And he typed to his young admirer

Convinced young Aminias

Of his ugly face and skin and body

Through the protection of a screen

The perfect man.

Narcissus was a cold man

So he forgot

The young Aminias who he had shamed

Of his ugly face and skin and body

Through the protection of a screen

The perfect man.

Narcissus was a witless man

In love with a new location to photograph himself

Ignorant of the Aminias the Angry

Coming up from behind and taking a picture

The unflattering picture of

The perfect man.

Narcissus was a broken man

When he saw the picture of himself online

That young Aminias used to shame him

With his ugly face and skin and body

Through the protection of a screen

The perfect man.

Narcissus was a hopeless man

In love with a lie

A stranger to the truth

So he walked to the river to look

At the reflection

The perfect man.

Narcissus was a suffocated man

Falling into the cold depths

As the water bloated and ruined

His perfect face and skin and body

And took away the life of

The perfect man.