Dirty secrets you hide behind locked doors.

You despise the perversions you crave.

Yet find yourself desperately wanting more.

Wallowing in your own filth and waste.

Full of Arrogance and pride.

Scared little boy inside.

No man is an island.

Not even you.

Someday you may need us.

Your forgotton family.

I've done many bad things.

But what strange things

could we all say of you?

You've enthroned yourself

in this crumbling castle.

Fearing betrayal, thieves

poison....

and prying eyes.

Trusting no one.

Foolish despot.

Upon your lonely throne.

Continue to allow no one in.

And ye shall surely die alone.

Yet it's not too late....

Your crown is made of scaly rust.

Your gaudy robes are caked in filth.

You're royal scepter is a dogturd.

You seem quite taken with it.

Waving it about.

Drunken on self deluded power.

As you shrivel inside.

Bitter sad little man.

I weep for your empty life.

You tyrant. Looking down

On your lowly vassals.

You survey.

Your kingdom of shame.

Phil G. Inman Sr.

May 10th 2010