I know someone who talks constantly but Never says anything no matter what Except to prove himself a narcissist As trying not to listen I resist But the noise of him gets on my nerves so When he is talking I only would go As far as I can from this lonely man Who drives everyone else away this way And he never lets anyone else say Anything else not that one could or would Because no one would want to make it last Longer but wait until his storm has passed At least his self-pity could be witty But it is nothing but torture to be In his narcissistic propinquity An empty brain in pain is not pretty Everyone wishes that he understood He will be a bore until he cares more But I am not waiting not until then Avoiding him successfully again I know someone who talks constantly but How I wish now that somehow I did not +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIV