poetry

Vanity’s Pride

Series of the 7 Deadly -1of 7

It’s been lots of times–
I walked high on my toes,
too look down my nose–at them.
Always appearing too steer clear-
while secretly orchestrating,
and observing –everything
like they’re fears.
For it’s my job-I try.
As my Pride directs each conversation toward my center stage,
and be watchful–
that jealous eyes go dim or full of rage.
For my story’s often better,
gets the pallet wetter and so on and so forth, K seraw seraw..
as my more–
then confident appeal settles in-
as a crowd-getter.
For I meddle, being the I in the center of Pr-I-de
with the minds of my opponents,
just so they can watch me take an easy–win.
Usually they can’t beat me, so they join, or try hardest too outshine me, can you imagine that..
‎I mean after all,
They’re acceptance is only needed too feed me, too fuel my ego
upon my grand entrances, that’s all they’re there for–you know?
And they get a reward, by getting the opportunity too like, follow and enjoy me from time too time.
What else could I possibly need from them-
when I’m certain– too blow my own mind.
My superiority
I mean its inevitable.
Since my agenda came along with my narcissistic flare,
although it ‎was back when manual love and kindness went out the door,
‎that I took center stage–
‎without an ounce of guilt or need too care.
For I saw the skid marks to morals and chilvary’s exit on the floor,
and at that very moment-
I knew I’d be a hit, a star,
even virally adored.

How do you do?
‎Vanity at your service,
‎I tend too look good in everything I do,
‎I’d seriously enjoy a mirrored hallway
‎at times,
‎too turn myself on– too.
‎I’m the best at all things,
Sure, I’ve been told my vanity’s astounding even brash,
but that didn’t excite me- like turning my back on those words,
looking at my own mirrored reflection thinking, damn what an ass!–
‎I mean asset–
‎for I have many–
next to being brilliant, gorgeous and trending.
Hell check me out on– Youtube and all the social media sites.
Hahaha, for enough of me–
is never enough,
besides I have a tremendous…appetite.

Life Lesson Poetry By Tamara Moore
Thinker on the Loose
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