How to be a Cocky Asshole Part I

Teenagers write poems about sadness And I diagnose Drain false narcissistic depth I choose to diagnose Girls that moan about darkness I can try emphasize At a therapeutic distance Walls rather a leather settee Cry me your conjured problems The attention that you desperately need Hug into my False intellectual façade You want your name in lights Rose-colored perception Of a overused typecast Your sadness poetic and bottomless Caught in the flight Spotlight That you cannot bear Insipid perpetuity Whining and moaning and whining Life in hard and it is not fair I’ve seen it all before But should I sit Put myself high on a pedestal Satisfied with my own scholarly ruse What I lack in qualifications I make up in apathy You wear a different coat You messy attention grabbing Poetically distraught Attracted to the next sparkly thing That will make you more interesting You magpie, you lemming, you I will hold your hand if you hold mine

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