Andrew was not good
If he did not get his way
For he’d spit his golden dummy
Break down and refuse to play
For he though that he knew better
And would rant and stamp his feet
Then spout to anybody
Who would listen to him bleat
“I’ve played this game for years
I know all the rules
But all of those around me
Are complete and utter fools”
“I have so much experience
Why do they treat me so!
If this goes on much longer
Then once again I’ll go”
So with a tirade of abuse
He always made his plea
As he runs away complaining
That they all pick on just me
But those of his condition
Of a narcissistic tone
Are destined through their actions
To always stand alone
As he was a prima donna
The sympathy did not come
As his petulance had so often
Ruined everybody’s fun
Now in the end we’ve all got tired
Of listening to him whine
And hope he’s made his swan song
For the last and final time
James S Newcomb Lang
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-misanthropist-we-all-know-someone-like-this/
