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.