He emanates an ugliness beauty parlors couldn’t fix
it’s not imaginary that victims hear his psyche cackle
his every breath spews a malevolent excretion
A most prized possession being a mirror bloodied and in shards
Grievance bleating his perpetual static state
warped by depraved and inconsolable neediness
his vessel always on the ready with decomposing bile
branded the mega alpha and omega but of the self-con
All life viewed through a prism transactional
a life long loser incapable of addressing reality
Solomon once wearily shrugged after saying,
“you can’t fix evil, it’s unrecognizable to itself”