He is made up of a million little lies
Bound
Stitched
Woven
together by false pretenses and delusions
He is the artisan of his own falsehood
He remembers nothing and calls himself the truth
It wouldn’t suit him to believe otherwise.

******* and your lying molecules.

He jerks off to your stupidity
Nothing arouses him more than
Knowing he has you fooled
Into believing that he is better than he is
He is hard for your naivety
Your ignorance of his flacid life