Ah, vulgarities, winning and off
the rails tweets;
Ah, the foes, your conflicts, you
cannot overcome;
(This is your life, no other life matters,
but your own – –
it gets old, your self-made war).
You denigrate, you hit back those
who question your appetites.
You tear apart old friendships
(toss them under buses when
loyalty ends).
You feign pain and choke
the truth with inarticulate
meanness. Your shallow tongue
is the shallowest of tongues
anywhere.
You have broken promises and
live in anger, smothered in hate.
Ah, you think you are winning.
The real outcome is yet
to come.
It shall all be over soon for you
or us as the lies have been
uncovered. Stand up and take your
medicine. How does victory taste?