You know the type

It’s exacting

You’re retracting

Everything that you said,

You have double standards

I can’t stand them

And the lies that you fed,

Are representative

Of the kind of life you’ve led,

No one trusts you

No one likes

The things that you do,

So what makes you think

That people will look

And seek and virtue in truth,

Within the toxic mix

That you constantly brew,

And the sad thing is

That what defines you,

Is actually nothing new

You only really appeal

To the fanatical few,

And even those minorities

Have now come to rue,

Everything you represent

And will stop following you,

You offer nothing worthwhile

What you do is wrong and crude,

You are, you see a narcissist

Thinking it’s all about you.