The greatest love of all is love of self,
Or so the old song goes… well, more or less.
To make sure you don’t end up on the shelf,
Simply pretend you’re great; never confess
That really you’re an emotional mess
Looking for some saviour to pull you out;
A sacrificial lamb, your own Jesus,
Who puts your needs first (his forgot about).
Be funny, confident. Don’t whisper: shout!
No-one wants to be seen out with an elf!
Keep up with fashion: you’re judged by your dress.
Money’s an aphrodisiac: without
It you’re nothing. Flash car, but also health.
Wit, wisdom, humour… Oh, who needs all this distress?
Wed 21 Mar 2007
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