Hard
hard hard hard
it must be
knowing
a little man
falls to his knees
while a world laughs at his follies.
Past
held in high esteem
flounders
falling to the wayside
forever enamoured
wrong parts of life
no wonder all wait for him to fall.
Claim
grandeur
illusions of
pandering casualties of truth
spouting gospel
middle finger ridged
pointing in the air
stabbing at those contradicting.
Late nights
sobbing to pillows
demanding empty air answer
question of
why don’t they like me?
Truthsayer I be
speaking without rancor
without duplicity:
You are a dumbass.
Destruction bleeds from your finger tips.
Tarnished crown
hangs low on brooding brow.
Forevermore
shall you be known as……
Lowbrow Crafter of Deceit.
King Without a Throne.
Jester.
Clown.
Your legacy…..
Hatred.
Bigotry.
An Era of Unrepentant Falsehood.
Time ticks
languish
forgotten in annals of history
end befitting a tyranted Napoleon.
©June 14/20
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