Amnesia! Amnesia! Last bastion of the liar,
Embroidered with the sincere stare
They hide their guilt with flair.
“These things that are spoken, I cannot recall”,
Hoping no one lurks in ambush to remind;
Amnesia is the armour of their kind.
A paragon of virtue presented to the world,
On a network to high office in their life;
Concealed to wield, the wetted verbal knife.
The Narcissistic bully plots a scheming way;
In deceit they use every social skill;
Position and all goals to fulfil.
There are those who’ll sing their praises,
Having fallen for their charm;
A veil o’er their posturing and harm.
Monty Alexander 7.2.07