Their aged poster boy tweets
Lies from his hospital bed.
He can’t accept his defeats,
Says the first thing in his head,
Which most of the time is him,
Believes he’s some kind of god.
In his blood virus does swim,
Content to feed on his bod.
Narcissists don’t understand
How actions belie their words,
Nothing he says stands as grand,
Beligerently absurd.
After spraying without mask,
One thing’s for certain of course,
No matter how much we ask,
He won’t show any remorse.
Sociopaths never do.

Harry Rogers, in the Red Bedroom, 4th October 2020