I am not feeling well

I read some of my poetry
my stomach turned black and blue
where are the critics?
come on I am just an old hack
a poor shoeless fool
 
Have no talent
sure I know, and you do too
victim is my motto
that works to get attention  
as the seeker of praises plenty
 
Now I possess some humour
mentoring old ladies
lonely souls who fancy me
teaching them ornate words
nonsensical strings of prose
and useless alliteration
their false praise appeals
to me , so yes please
I cannot even read
father laughs and laughs indeed
 
 
I am the King of Narcissism
lord forgive my evil ways
do my tears cause you to sway?