Narcissism And Sanctimony Take A Stroll

Narcissism took a walk
With Sanctimony around the block
Sanctimony was dressed in Sunday best
Narcissism clean and freshly pressed
“What we have, I’m telling you
I don’t know what we’re going to do
We have a schism”
Said Narcissism

Sanctimony pursed her lips
And put her hands on bony hips
She said, “I don’t care, it’s out of my hair
All the fault I’m laying on you square
Your selfishness has made it plain,
So you can take all of the blame
For the schism
It’s you, Narcissism”

Narcissism grinned a grin
And put his fingers to his chin
“I’m very glad to hear what you do say
For me it’s mea culpa all the way
If one like you should dislike me
That fills me with girlish glee
I’ll keep the schism”
Said Narcissism

An awkward silence fell upon
The wind picked up, the sun was gone
Sanctimony turned redder than a bible
Narcissism continued on his idyll
All was good and sanctified
Everybody picked a side
Of the schism
Sanctimony or Narcissism

You might wonder what this is for
Why I extend this metaphor
Narcissism would laugh and wave a hand
Sanctimony would say it should be banned
As for me, well can’t you see
I’ll leave it as the mystery
Of the schism
Sanctimony and Narcissism