poetic vagaries

I to B

I start to question behaviours
Of I and those that surround I.
Alphabetically speaking I is favoured,
Magically self-destructive, it remains
I-chink of narcissist like myself.
The path from B to I is long,
Meanderingly torturous, yet
Some take it, day in day out, why?

I refuse to correct my outspokenness
To please one or two meaningless con-artists!
So the Path from I to B, I will not take,
You, my dear Sir may take it or lump it!

posted by sloth108 @ 1:17 AM