An Ego Trip

This cake I made is really delicious, isn’t it?
Silence here would kill you.

Hey, buddy, don’t tell me the truth.
I can’t see my face even in the mirror.

That behavior is his life.
Despise him furtively in your own corner.
He would agree to my words, but
How could you endure his hatred?

I smile proudly at my poem,
which doesn’t make sense even to me.
Ah! I just look like self-absorbed poets.

Who cares?
While looking into clear lake water,
we will be all gone.

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