" at once a dirge of social consciousness
plays at social conscience
a half-man puffs out vapid chest in show
see you all I am oh so aware
my prattle speaks of man's inhumanity
as my pen and I lie again
the inveterate narcissist is on the prowl
acting for audience attention
blinded in mania to the sad dichotomy
of his valiant neurosis
for in truth hides the snivelling coward
the proven doyen bully
a child-man who assuages his narcissism
in trying to demoralise
and depress the paragon he could never be
here now back in prose
weaving lattice fineries bout war and its toil
bleeding heart all sensitive
tell us the difference betwixt the pathetic bully
who cruelly preys on confidence
and the regimented maddened atrocious soldiers
with lost minds in the theater of war
some might think a heartless mindless soldier
is a better man
than the profound narcissist who preens and displays
his full repertoires in a climate of peace "