Ego Placebos

The need for status symbols

Those which boost the heart with pride

Hides symptoms of deficiency

Which vex the soul inside

These vain ego placebo’s

Ephemeral relief

Cannot cure that which ails the core

Nor quell self-loathing’s grief

Instead its stratifies the haves

Apart from the have-nots

Deluding countless masses

That their self-love must be bought

And yet this empty promise

Leaves believers in the lurch

For if the truth were known

Conceit would tumble from its perch

For hubris never rests content

It craves a higher throne

And Narcissus still pines away

Eternally alone