We Are Ninety Per Cent Water

We are ninety per cent water or so we are told
Our childhood and prime years go quickly we soon do grow old
For this thing known as success with each other we compete
The down to earth person one does not often meet
With many the ego is out of control
On the humble gene it does keep taking toll
The age of the internet narcissism in many create
So many their own selves only celebrate
In a garden of weeds quite a rare thing a flower
We elect the egotistical into positions of power
The look at me syndrome gone viral Worldwide
To feel superior to others should not be a sense of pride
The gullible masses the praises of the narcissistic does sing
And this in itself is a very sad thing.