Conceited - Poem

Conceited

I have the body of a god
I must confess
And if I dress,
I dress to impress.

Charismatic
and liberal with the charm
Looking for a woman
to be on my arm

I'm a perfectionist
I'm perfect you see
I assure you none
equal to me

I talk to the mirror,
vanity is great
I'm the one people love
and love to hate

I've been through life
and never defeated
That's just a few reasons
why I'm conceited.