Foul detritus and trash are his domain,
With troves of shame and regret hidden well.
He’ll drink his piss and brag that it’s champagne
Before acknowledging his self-made hell.
He likes his friends the most when they are down,
When desperate and tossed about by fate.
Aluminum and hollow is his crown.
When others are dethroned, he celebrates.
Afraid to do the things to truly reign,
He criticizes others who can show
The proud results of labors not in vain,
Receiving their joys like firm body blows.
With envy in his breast, he mocks the world
And loves to see another’s flag unfurled.