Barcissism Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Narcissism
A good day the mirror in the hall said I looked smart
except that, I was bald and had yellow teeth. No,
do not do this the mirror said when I was unbuckling
my belt feared being whipped said I had nice skin.
The feminine said of me mention lipstick it would not
come amiss; she thinks happiness involves makeup
I flexed my arm muscles and them mirror was mortified
closed its reflection and went blank I walked into
the vacant space turned around my god, who is this old geezer
preening himself?