Egomaniac Poem by Doris Cornago

When we talk in the middle of work

Sometimes your face looks harsh

I am afraid you've turned

To cold stone that I can't touch...


Sometimes we pause and turn to play

You looked mild, fancy-free and gay

You smile, hold my hand, laugh all day

Contrasts you live, who would believe...


The face I see is what you show me

Time spent depends on what you allow

Who could ever come close to you

when life is a shell, a time capsule...


You have your toys, you're just a boy

Frigid and rigid are your house rules

You're a mindbender, inventing a loop

You ask me to come, you go as you wish...


Soon we will part, and pray, why not

You're just a self-centered egomaniac

lost in a complex world you have created

building loop after loop, undefeated...