Pervasive confusion covers

everything he touches -

with a smog-like blanket.

“God told me” – claims a hot-line

to the divine – no argument,

beyond all contradiction.

~~~

Discordant notes shrilly

sounding their off-key dissonance,

As haughty spirit looks down

from self-made pinnacle

of independence – giving rise

to nausea in the pit of my belly.

~~~

Dealing underhandedly -

masterful political skills

undermining, not underlining

pulling strings behind the scenes

operating furtively, not openly

thrives on secrecy – moves in shadows

~~~

Closed off to correction,

unteachable, unaccountable,

disdaining true authority,

he fumbles ever onward,

believing that he’s leading

- when none follow after.

~~~

High-sounding words, appearing

spiritual, yet as vacuous

as the fruitless life he leads

From this time forward

may he be known

as the dangerman