When his enemy had slipped beyond his reach,
His tortures felt no more, he howled in rage,
Flailed at the skies, venom spewed and screeched,
Turned hateful eyes upon each fool and sage.

Cursed monster never sated, powerless and dissipated,
Scarred conscience and consciousness, in constant duress,
All else, his losses stop him not for he is never sated.
And though he promises more, still he delivers less.

His lying is incessant. His lying is incessant. Incessant.