Mind Games

After inserting the narcissistic probe, All he could say was, Meet me in St. Louie, Louie. There was never a dull moment Listening to the guy rattling on. Amazing-- how one person could be The center of the universe, Podcast and all. Consternation? Exactly. I was out of patience-- Time for a drubbing. Take no offense, I said, But if you do, Return it in the morning. Turning to more mundane courses, Like breakfast I tried to put the wretch Out of my head. But sometimes you just have to live With what is broken. In the end, never self-identify As a narcissistic vagabond, Because profanity is the habitation Of small minds.