One eye on the dollar,
one eye on the crime,
one eye is wondering
but nothing is what it seems,
for a liar nows no truth or
stability. He nows only flies.

Upon the beams of light he approaches,
deep black and a void, no light he reflected.

He stalks, attacks and rumbles underneath
the ruins of his ego.

He brings rumors to frighten and redirect,
so the truth is forgot hidden underneath
the crimes of his fragile ego.

His fumes are poisonous and disgusting.

A toxic waste dump, here he brings
his dinner to roast faith and ******
the truth under a orange brownish
smog.

Like a monstrous puppet
with broken strings,
he blows his trumpet,
in a haze of a broken gaze
he lost his way.

He built a maze with
his narcissistic praise,
with the devil on his back.

He dreams of eating flesh and
hanging his crimes and blaming
everyone else for his discomfort.

But he's really a walking nightmare,
with dementia and drowned
possibilities, he yells profanities
like a old feeble **** zombie that lost
his mind and purpose. He has no brains!

No change, just denial after denial...

He's a rerun, that is unwatchable
but he's too deep in the static to
see the truth.

He thinks he's all that, but really he's nothing but a scared narcissistic sociopath
running from his past.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton