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Toxicity

I cannot believe the tenacity

of someone who has this capacity

to push with self-righteous pugnacity

a programme so filled with mendacity.

 

And if you mistrust his veracity,

or query his claim to sagacity,

he’ll question in turn your audacity,

and say that you lack perspicacity.

 

He’ll shout you down with his loquacity,

attacking you with such voracity,

and words of intended opacity,

until you just drown in toxicity.

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Comments

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Mon 27th Jan 2025 11:14

A poem reflecting our times, Trevor. Cleverly put.

Rolph David

Sat 25th Jan 2025 17:43

Dear Trevor,
What a razor-sharp critique, delivered with masterful precision and biting wit. Its rhythmic wordplay and cascading rhyme scheme amplify the toxic personality you so vividly describe, making every line hit harder.
The relentless flow of traits – mendacity, loquacity, and voracity – paints a suffocating picture of someone whose toxicity consumes and overwhelms. The clever use of language mirrors the very chaos and confusion such a person spreads, drawing the reader into their exhausting world.
This is an incisive and brilliantly constructed portrayal of destructive behaviour, wielding words as powerfully as the person you describe.
Brilliantly done.
Regards,
Rolph

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