The nearly eighty-year-old senior
Acts more like a toddler junior,
With tantrums of endless screams
That run civility asunder.
When not acting like a petulant child,
The senior resembles a drunken sailor-
Drunk with expletives
Of hateful flip, flop, and flounder.
So wrapped in outside wrappings,
Caught up in himself,
Seeing only his funhouse of mirrors-
Obsessions of his maniacal self.
Driven by a grandiose depraved need,
And an idealized hateful creed,
Fueled by fear and greed-
Feeding his solipsistic runaway steed.
So sad.
A life wasted
In insatiable sins and damning crimes
Of lust, greed, hate, fear and grime.
Abuses in harm
And unholy slime
Lies and cheats in games
Of never ending shame - so lame.
Pathetic and tragic, devoid of magic.
Unable to see the beauty and majesty-
Of hearts pure, caring and kind,
Empathetic and majestic.
