´╗┐Upon confronting himself
the narcissist will often
hide amongst bamboo

The pandas of the psychic world
often prone to failed breeding
preferring their own gender
Within their bamboo stand

Descent from home
through mired stench trench
Up to a pot
Where I sat and wept

No stand, just sit
a lonesome clump
place to shit
or feelings dump.

Across the way another called
echo of the first
Mother to the other, maybe,
or itself the first?

Straight shooting people
in deep discussion
Shoot eating pandas
in dire strait’s

Narcissist to their self
Pandas to their natures
Each to each
Lost to the world

They eat it up you see
and shit it out
without a doubt
something we could not

Sorry to see the pandas gone
Narcissus hung himself
from the apos trope fee

PAW July 2011

PAW July 2011

In grudging respect to Lynne Truss and her volume on Sussex dialect - read at the tandem rally in Easter.

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