Word of the Day Challenge #55-Untitled Poem

Howling at the moon
mange eaten dog
baying strength
snapping at rivals
sure
so very sure
of its place in the pack.
Alpha.
Believed to be.
Joker.
Even that is an insult.
To the Joker.
Manipulator.
Manipulated is more like.
Stroke that ego.
Play to its insecurities
puffed up pride
strut like a peacock
one has to wonder
what is it like to live in its world?
Throwing money around
rippling like water
talk so loud
inane mutterings
seriously
is he insane?
Narcissism.
Grandiose claims
of being bigger than any god
past
present
or
future.
Claims have been floated
of how popular he is
(was) 
leading the world anew
rebuilding
strengthening the walls
keeping out the riffraff
or so he claims.
Question? 
Over here:
lean forward
eager to spew
indoctrinated passive voice.
Loved by the man
adored by thousands of women
all children want to be his.
Yes
Yes
is there a question in this?
How did a man such as he
adored
desired
(maligned)
much maligned
by those who do not know
(do not understand)
how is it….. 
please do explain…..
he lost those millions 
had to be crowned 
by his peers
only now to implode?
Straighten from the podium
mouth slitted in rage
arm out
finger pointing
let’s go
it is time to leave.
Point has been made
flashed across the screen
even with no answer forthcoming.
Minds begin to stir
awakening from dubious air
time for change
it’s a’comin’.
©August 31/19
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Hollow Man

Vile debauchery
incessant need
fill the void with vices
lies
ignorance
while proclaiming
how virtuous you are.
Am not sure
what gilded mirror you stare into
what witch enunciates your plays
broadcasting your naivete
soothing swollen ideals.
That is not what
nor whom
I see.
Not a child who knows naught.
Not an adult who knows better.
Narcissist
using death
destruction
as a platform from which to induce
rage
anguish
pain.
Swaddled in yes men
pampered by yes women
afraid that the world shall see
watch you reap
the very damage you inflict
on passers who dare to contradict
dare to stand up
for right
for life
for reality.
Delicate sensibilities
temper tantrums from a man child overgrown
need a blankie and soother
to set things to your truth once more.
Unsure I am
how the lies
constant sycophants bottle feed
provide such sustenance
as you require.
Day will come
truth will out
your dreams of greatness will fade away
tumbled down castles
rocky cascade
burying you and your uselessness.
©August 9/19
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New World

Thought yourself safe you did
hiding in the forest
hiding in the desert
running from me
running to them
reaching for the ends of the earth
hoping I would never find you.
Left behind a trail of woes
of heartache
of betrayal
of disrepair
women
children
men
none are safe from the greed of your game
none are safe from the immorality you parade
redesigning the world
in your own grandiose narcassism
cutting off your nose
to spite your face.
Crawl on your belly 
snake that you are
hoping the grass will cover.
Cower
beg
on your knees
time has come to pay.
You thought you were agile
your thoughts
your words
playing games
mumbling one way
gunning the other
bring the pack together
desiring to do your dirty deeds.
When you don a god like aspect
you shall tumble and fall
destroyed by your own idiocy
your own vileness
making it easier to find.
Sighted down the barrel
taken in silence
standing over
watching the light fade from your eyes.
Walked away
left you there in the streets
a warning to others
narcissistic
psychotic
all will fail
all will fall
there is no place for you
or them
in this new world order.
©July 26/19
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Word of the Day Challenge #40-Untitled Poem

How does it feel?
Vast barrenness of soul
incomplete
unless you are the centre
of this three ring circus.
Surrounded
on all sides
fawners
flatterers
flunkies.
Clowns on the night.
Clowns on the right.
Ghostly whispers follow
chasing you through the gloom
loneliness
tears on your cheeks
as you try to determine…..
Why does nobody like me?
Love bought.
Love sold.
Commodity in your tool chest.
Facade of….
perfection 
hiding black rot.
Wife.
Child.
Mistress.
Lover
Protector.
Each surround you
pandering to your fears
not all is as it seems.
Unlike Midas
anything 
everything
you touch tarnishes
bleeds black souls.
Opulent homesteads
castles all
fill not the empty hole.
Bitter truth
poisoned reality
no one loves you
no one ever does.
©July 14/19
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The Narcissism of Youth

Wow. Just total wow.

I am speaking to my son tonight, pumped because I have like my 5th follower on my blog. I am thrilled beyond belief that 5 people like the way that I write. (The fact that at least two of them are friends does not kill my buzz at all!)

Son: “Mom what is a follower?”

Me: “Someone who likes my writing and is reading what I wrote.”

Son: “So basically they like me. ‘Cause  like all you write about is me; so they just like me.”

Me: “Ummmmm no I do not solely write about you. I write about other things too.”

Son: “Moooooom, what is more important than me?”

Me: (In head) Fuck Fuck Shit yeah. So despite the fact that I do write about other things, my narcissistic son believes that my entire life revolves around him. (And he is not wrong)