The Me Bird
Preen Preen Preen
How do you like my sheen
Me!
The prettiest bird on the island of Manhattan
My fabulous looks set everyone a-flappin’
This reflection in the water
Says what I already know
I’m one fine looking bird
Central Park, line up for the show
Not looking to my left
Not looking to my right
But only at myself
Narcissus in plain sight
I don’t see the foliage
Nor the flowers in bloom
In fact I see nothing
For others ain’t got no room
I don’t see you
Even though you see me
You even snapped a picture
Of my gorgeousity
Have you ever really tried
To be Numero Uno
I’ve got to ask you, human
I wonder if you’d know?
Hillel says, “If I am not for myself, who is for me?
And if I am only for myself, what am I?
And if not now, when?”
~ Ethics of the Fathers, 1:14
