Monday, April 17, 2017

Last straw

There's the tale of this guy,
A moron, of unseen levels
Egotistic, ignorant and despised
He bickers and in it revels. 

Constantly insults are strewn,
The coup de grace, however
Was the unnecessary use of brawn
A narcissistic abuse of power.

An offer to help is snubbed
And, slurs and slights thrown,
Relationships are flubbed, 
Seeds of resentment sown.

Family and friends, for him
Was just to use and dispose
Mistreating others at whim,
Pummeling them into throes.

Admission of a weakness,
is akin to an Armageddon,
While confused with meekness,
his aim is of others deaden.

Like with the candle's flame,
we get burnt, due to proximity,
Mental disorders claim, 
Souls and commits to toxicity. 

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Last (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

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