To Be Recommended

The salt of self-praise tastes best in the speaker’s mouth,

As fulsome as an old parent’s flabbergasted flout,

An insult is heavy, and mockery is weighty,

but a person’s self-praise is like lead in a shallow bucket,

to them can follow cruel wrath, and overwhelming anger,

who can barely stand astride another’s jealousy,

there is room for open rebuke, nothing is kept hidden

although faithful are the wounds of a best friend;

for they are like the pecking kiss on the cheek.

One who is full of it loathes the taste of honey,

who is hungry for everything that tastes as sweet as it is bitter,

Like a word which strays from a logical sentence,

The self praiser leaves home as though straying from it,

Smelling of rose perfume to make the heart glad,

and the sweetness of attention from earnest seeking.