Narcissist, I could not be,
for I don't love the one I see.

A subject greedy for introspection,
delightedly needy for inner-reflection.

Whose deeds or needs will always depend
upon on how they feel right now, or when

the gleaming impulse sends its signals
into the open, gaping, waiting amygdala.

Opportunity, I wait for me.
Myself, exploiting me, for money.
Six billion mouths to feed.
Or a ---thousand. (that was hyperbole)

Do you see how I self-deflected?
When my inner introspec-detective,
Neared too close to the inner-inner-reflective
introspective objective?
****.
I'm a narcissist.