The Self Centred One

His own perceived successes he only celebrate
And to others he just cannot seem to relate
And his three favourite words are i, myself and me
The one who was born without empathy
He tells everyone he meets of his expensive new car
One might say he takes self love that bit too far
Of his own needs he always seems too aware
Yet people of his type no longer seem rare
Of the successes of others he does not wish to hear
Me, myself and i to his heart ever dear
Apart from himself there is none he admire
And of talking of self he never seems to tire
His three favourite words are i, myself and me
You will not find one more self centred than he.