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Friday, July 12, 2019

EMPATHOPATH!

Empathopath! Sworn enemy
of Narcissist regardless
whether technically, we can
call in and charge PD
upon their lack of class.
- we operate on planes above

and spot them from the sky, we call
down strikes and bombs from everyone!
Each target is

identified

by our repulsion and appall!
At lack of what we have in us
abundantly:

The Empathy.

It's true, you can't
make such a call, without the training,
data, tests - you can't be sure. Except
if you have empathy so much you know!

That shining power pure
suffuses you with LIGHT. And then
you catch them by the SMELL.
No one can tell you, you just know.

If you are normal, easy though. You can't

identify a narcissist

by these six, twelve, or twenty
tricks we've slapped all weird
into such handy lists, it doesn't
fit or work that way. Exceptions
rule. But each clear rule

is just

a tipoff, flag (its color
red makes us CHARGE BULL), and
we are clear, and cleared
to gag and choke, to spot the flag
and cuss, and call down scorn from swarms
of all the allied forces scared.

These dealbreakers, kept memorized and worn
to ward you from despair. Compiled to help you

demonize

uncaring fools - by this or that
uncaring act! And spot them! SCREAM
Then cut them, cut them off
and run like crap! It's probably best

to do just that. Just
to be safe. These "people"

can't feel anyone. And empathy
- without it, you're subhuman, scum!

You'd better run
just to be safe
I've learned these lessons to tell you:
don't learn them for yourself.

You only need to learn
a thing or two,

and one will do.

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