Critique of Self-Help Writers in Poem Form

This poem is about the (necessary?) narcissism of self-help authors

Cringey arrogance:
Our curse,
us self-help writers.
We get a special kind of hell.


It is a boisterous pit,
like the tower of Babel,
but obviously inverted.

It’s below-ground,
this metaphor ☝🙄

In self-help hell
no one listens to each other.


No one can even speak, really
over all the tongues
flipping and fluttering.

But I believe in cures and redemption.
I Iove human change.

Plus I’m arrogant too.

Behold Juan’s two cents 🌟🤏
check out my poultice of words.
River meet rudder:

You are not much
pero también eres alguito.

Inspired by the Face-Tattooed Maori

If God exists he must be tatted.
After all,
what is a face tattoo
but a commitment to your faith?

The idea of an officials’ wet stamp
smushing paper
is an old one.

It relates to irrevocability.
It relates to visibility.
In a way,
even personal pride.

That was how they’d formalize
in olden times 👴
is what I mean to say —
even currency.