And, so, here we are
… it started with
a smarmy and snaky
introduction, with an
[Ingratiatingly] Fake
Salesman’s Smile…
before the Imposter
got… Outshined!!!
Then, came
the ‘Narcissistic
Mirroring’…
“He’s not a
real ‘Outlaw’
but you’ll be
glad he pretends
to be one, innit.” Ha!
Onto, digging
through my TRASH
… whilst, ripping
-off my ‘Debauched
Gentleman’ poems,
mimicking both
Swagger and Talent
… take me to Court
I Fucking Dare You!
And, conducting
a Smear Campaign
that would have
finished off a
cowardly ‘nothing’
like him Instantly.
But, I’m not going
anywhere, loser…
I’m in the Trenches
until the Grave…
to be my Nemesis
[For in your petty,
deluded, little
mind that’s how
you Justify
that ‘Morbid Envy’]
you have to be able
to Match my Work
… not ‘Plagiarise’ It.
* you want to be Famous, you’ll get your wish… you’ll be remembered as the obsessed Highlander “There can be only one!”, clown… who stalked and trolled a Genuine Writer.