Mario the Devil, a Poem About Mario
A poem about Mario, who is fond of playing games with women in the name of love. A few people are aware of narcissists
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Mario the DEVIL
His name is Mario
Comes in as the night and shining armor
With his sweet resounding voice
Worshiping you
Touching you like an idol god
Telling you sweet nothings!
Then he disappears
The same way he appeared
And then appears
After months of tears
Like he never disappeared
As if nothing transpired
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Convinces you
Pleads with you
Sings to you
Worships you
Again and again and again!
It is hard to resist him
Hard to reproach him
Hard not to exonerate him
I really missed him
I mean who wouldn’t crave for him?
He needs attention
Craves affection
Presumes perfection
A craft in pretention!
A NARCISSIST they said
Never gets enough
Never loves
Never hurts
His feelings disconnected from his body
He only worships his body
Runs after sexy bodies
His soul darker than his body
And he’s always a busy body
Chasing after ingenuous bodies
He doesn’t about care who you are
He doesn’t care about anyone’s feelings
He only cares about himself
His phrase words “ME, MYSELD, AND I”
Indeed a devil
Nothing can match his evil
Not even the devil
He always brings upheaval
And make you think you are evil
You were never the problem
He was the problem
He brought problem after problem
Making your life a problematic
Narcissists never leave
They make you think they left
So that you can feel their absence
And make think you were delinquent
They are crafts at mind games
And experts in psychology
Their emptiness in the inside
Hankers more broken souls
To feed their empty souls
Oh I want to die!
Do not be his next victim
He will suck you dry!
WATCH OUT FOR THE DEVIL!
© 2018 Diana
