Dr., Dr., Give Me The News~ Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

Narcissis went to his physician
With what he thought was rheumatism
The doctor reassured his uneasy mind
And said-it was just a simple case of Egotism;
He had headaches ever day
Complained that he even had them in bed
The doctor then went on to say-
His pain was caused by an overly swollen head;
He complained of having no appetite
Said for food there was just no room
The doctor said that he was: Too Full Of Himself
That his illness did not spell doom;
It's just a bad case of ego inflation
It's not serious at all
You merely have an overly self-esteemed view
This was the cause of his condtion was the doctors call;
The doctor took out his Rx pad
Across the script he did prescribe
A life full of humility and lots of humble
With a large dose of love for others on the side;
The doctor explained that when we become: I, Me, My
That self-centered-over inflated being
That when we try to show our gifts of art to others
It's only the arrogance the audience is seeing;
When we suffer continually from delusions of reference
Or of self-importance- bordering upon the grandiose
That we spoil how others view us or our work
With our fantasies and vanities ruining our work the most!

By, Theodora Onken

March 25,2013


This is a poem about Narcissis. A mythical young man who
Supposedly fell in love with his own reflecion in a pond.
How many of you writers out there no someone who is so
Full of themselves, so in love with themselves that it
Actually spoils their art? Or their writes?
This is a personality disorder that affects both sexes.
This was meant to be an awakening write and a humorous one.
Remembering as writers or artists in other genres- it is not always about us.