In the land of self-love, where wisdom’s sold,
Some preach with a flair that’s bold.
They claim to guide us to embrace,
Yet their own advice is lost in space.
"Live in the now,” they shout with might,
But their past is their favorite sight.
With bestsellers on self-acceptance they boast,
Yet their present is a ghost.
They preach of peace and self-love’s grace,
But their “now” is a historical case.
Every bit of advice they dispense,
Replays a past they can't dispense.
“Reflect on your scars, let them define,”
They say, while their own declines.
They speak of forward steps and grace,
Yet their path’s a backward chase.
So here’s to their grand self-love show,
Where the present’s past, and truth’s in tow.
In their quest to be a guiding light,
They’ve made self-love a time-worn sight.
Some preach with a flair that’s bold.
They claim to guide us to embrace,
Yet their own advice is lost in space.
"Live in the now,” they shout with might,
But their past is their favorite sight.
With bestsellers on self-acceptance they boast,
Yet their present is a ghost.
They preach of peace and self-love’s grace,
But their “now” is a historical case.
Every bit of advice they dispense,
Replays a past they can't dispense.
“Reflect on your scars, let them define,”
They say, while their own declines.
They speak of forward steps and grace,
Yet their path’s a backward chase.
So here’s to their grand self-love show,
Where the present’s past, and truth’s in tow.
In their quest to be a guiding light,
They’ve made self-love a time-worn sight.
