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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