and still, he bleeds from the wounds
made by cutting words
tries to hide the hurt
with useless bandages.
Clings to words of his own
so as not to feel alone
needs a strong threatening name
to replace his own real milksop one.
Picks amongst the decay of old worn accusations
and loads them into his weak weapon
fires but misses the target.
How deliciously comforting it must be
for his enemies to know
they still have his old praises of their brilliance's
displayed for all to see.
How's that say I
for a crown jewels collection
golden nuggets of laughability!?
poor poor guy!
maybe he should find a better way of trying to dominate
I wish him luck on that journey the one he dithers about taking
but it costs me nothing at all that with hopeful anticipation
by saluting his past sagging efforts
to give a pre-emptive cheery wave
as well as bellowing loud enough for the world to hear