please supply your storylines
parade the products of your bitter imagines
in malice gut your intestines
show rancour and pains governing sick opines
lest we think you have resign
for without your narcissistic fix you will more decline

So come rile your whines
bring your delusions and illusions to dine
stir and mix and redefine
you know you have nothing better incline
your poisonous enshrines
nothing noble wise or positive but your twines

alas your putrid minds
only to you and those of your ilk aligns
thus similarly confines
dare you stop the fools errand you are assign
dummies do not recline
when in crazed stupors have exceeded the borderlines