aayoungwhen a sociopath
says i love you
what they’re actually saying is
that it pleases them
to inflict their twisted personality
upon you regardless of your desires
that they will do so at their leisure
until one
or both of you
is dead
yet they are too sick in the mind
to see it that way
not able to smell their flowers
reek of decay
a person
covered in the blood of others
who believes themselves
to be the victim
over
and
over
and
over
again
he could not hide
his twisted psychology
behind his volunteering
his social networking
his name dropping
his poorly translated
banal Japanese poetry
his social work
and his damned bonsai trees
that he was a control freak
with a volatile temper
and a duplicitous nature
that he is the man in the bar rubbing his
chino covered cock on your thigh
condescending
manipulative
overly solicitous and hell bent
on getting his penis
into your vagina
anyone’s vagina
perceiving female poets
as emotionally compromised
easy targets
and if his unfortunate victim muse
was able to see his monstrous nature
through his kabuki mask
she was condemned by him publicly
as a crazy woman
of course
how tranquil
it must be
sailing along
in the good ship right
upon a sea of wrong
that’s the blistering irony
about know-it-alls
sociopaths
predators
and candy coated pricks
who demonstrate
impervious response
they have a choice
whether or not
they acknowledge
their dysfunction
yet they leave us
none