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The Me-Me-Me Monsters
By: Emmitt Owens
(Index #12042025)

In a town near the Valley of Didn’t-You-Know,
Lived folks who were stars of their own one-man shows.
They’d puff up their chests with a me-me-me boom,
Till they sucked every ounce of attention in rooms.

They’d never ask questions like “How was your day?”
For that would mean listening — what? No way!
If you showed them your art, they’d nod while they text,
Then talk about their stuff — because that’s what comes next.

They’d demand: “Look at me! I’m the main event here!”
While ignoring your dreams with a shrug or a sneer.
If you dared to create something shiny or new,
They’d complain that your spotlight was blocking their view.

They’d forget all their faults — and the rule they once broke —
Like a cheating-then-forgetting “Oops-who-was-that?” joke.
(When you … can’t recall who you betrayed?
You’ve clearly not thought of the mess that you made.)

These Me-Me-Me Monsters can’t clap for your spark,
But expect you to cheer when they trip in the dark.
They shout: “You’re obsessed!” when you chase what you love,
While they chase all the praise like a glorious dove.

But creators grow tall — taller still when unseen.
Their minds build whole castles where monsters stay mean.
So, wave them goodbye, let them tantrum and stew —
For the world’s FULL of people who’ll marvel at you.

And one day a person will gasp and exclaim:
“You MADE that? AMAZING! Please tell me your name!”
They’ll care about YOU, not just what you can give —
And admire the places your wildest dreams live.

So, keep right on making — your universe blooms.
Let the Me-Me-Me Monsters stay lost in their rooms.
You’re busy expanding, you’re bold and you’re free…
While they’re stuck chanting “Hey! What about me?!”